This year, I stopped…
But here are some things I did do:
I took the intensive one-week training known simply as Leader Week.
I took a summer leadership course.
I passed the Wilderness First Responder training.
I juggled a long-distance writing internship and a full semester’s class load.
And, friends, despite all they’d have you believe of knights and dragons, I set out on an adventure with Crusader, sword-and-flame side by side.
I’m still here. Still not sleeping. Still not giving up.
The left-hand picture was taken one week ago, on July 8th. The right-hand picture was taken today, July 16th.
He’s been named Kaladin due to stubbornness, sheer nerve, and insubordinate attitude.
See those shoots at the base of the stalk? Yup, he’s been putting tendrils off the main stem for a few weeks, but those are the first new sprouts coming up on their own.
“Papa… the dark is coming in the window.”
Quick little illustration of this somewhat distressing quote from one of my brothers as a tot.
Down at the base of the top big stalk – the first new aloe vera puplets since the Great Divide are here! It’s been a bit of a long trek for the plant bois. First it rained three days straight after I divided up the big family pot and before I could plant them again, so that they were left high and dry out of dirt rather longer then I’d intended. Continue reading “puplets and plant bois”
I moved up in life into the Overachieving section of Euclid, set fire to the Gearage driveway, and drew blood in the parking lot.
It’s been an interesting week.
Did… did 2018 happen?
“Beware of the nuthatches,” my roommate says seriously.
“But there’s only three,” she adds, reassuringly. “This is a nuthatch behind me.” Apparently one of the museum-quality oil paintings hanging over her bed, all painted herself, has been one of this deceitful and alarming race of nuthatches the entire time.