I have lots of plants in my apartment. But there is one plant in particular that I call the free spirit plant.
I can’t even recall what this plant is actually called. I call it the free spirit plant because it does its own thing in its own way.
It grows in various directions like a wild child. The leaves are like little hands reaching in all directions, seeking the light.
As you see it has its own special spot right by the French doors. If this apartment was a business it would be the greeter plant. The receptionist at the door.
It isn’t prettier than my other plants. It isn’t at all exotic. But it has special traits; this plant does. Because it’s my free spirit wild child plant.
You know I placed three things on this table, thinking it would keep Ivy off the glass.
And look what she did. She sprawled splat in the middle of them, managing to touch all the objects on the table with some part of her body.
It amazed me how she placed her big self there without knocking anything over!
I watched another episode of Vera last night. I think it was the third episode in the second series. I do believe I saw Vera wearing a bit of lipstick last night. Which struck me because she seems to make a special effort to look plain.
Someone commented that Joe gets replaced at some point and I’m dreading that. Because I’ve really come to like that young man. He’s almost like a son to Vera, though she would never allow someone to be that close I don’t think.
Holly has left for greener pastures. Vera seemed to hate to see her go, but was reluctant to do for Holly what Holly needed from her. Words of praise don’t come easily to Vera.
Vera seems to get a bit close to people and then she steps back. She puts people at arm’s length and laughs when she feels things as though that will lessen the impact. Because feeling emotions is awkward for her for some reason.
The air purifier, one of two I ordered from Walmart, seems to be on the fritz. I don’t know quite what to do. No way can I carry that thing into the store.
It will come on when it wants to and then shut off. I keep the filter clean, so that isn’t it.
I just haven’t been in the mood to fiddle with it yet to see if I can figure things out. Because I don’t have that kind of analytical mind when it comes to fixing things like this and know I will probably just get frustrated.
The back stretcher I ordered arrived Friday. It feels good to lie on my back on it and feel it correct the curvature of my spine.
It says to take it slow and ease into lying down on it, but I have no problem being limber. It says to do some stretching first and I already do that twice per day.
Almost every time I get up Ivy runs to whatever piece of furniture she’s knocked one of her swirly toys under, then looks up at me. Which means she wants me to get the yard stick and fetch it out for her.
In the morning when I get up she has lots of errant swirly toy problems for me to deal with. I heard her playing with them much of the night.
At one point I could hear her moving my shoes around in the dark and I knew exactly what she was doing. Putting her swirly toys in the toes of my shoes. This cat has always had a thing about shoes.
From the very first day she came to live here she’s been putting things in the toes of shoes. Of course that first night it was dead crickets and I didn’t much like that.
But I did and do admire her creativity.