Well, I finally did it. I killed the indestructible plant. I say “indestructible” because it had survived 4 years of ME, but it gave up about a month ago, I guess, and I finally gave up today and admitted it is actually dead and not coming back.
I kept it around, even after it got all brown and withery, hoping maybe there was a little bit of life left in it. I mean, this poor plant had survived the month after Katrina with no care at all; we weren’t here and it was shut up in the dark and mold and collapsed ceilings and crumbling drywall and all the nasty aftermath that came with that disaster, and it came out of that just fine. (Maybe it was glad to not have to put up with me for so long? Could that have seemed like a vacation?) So I think I could be forgiven for kidding myself that it might just be dormant instead of dead…
But it wasn’t dormant at all. And it went in the garbage today. And I’m actually sort of sad about it. I never had a plant that long, and I thought we’d bonded or something. I’m so disappointed! Hubby has joked about me being the incarnation of Agent Orange for years, and that plant was my proof that he’s just WRONG, but I guess in the final analysis, he’s right.
Oh well, some days you’re the pigeon; some days you’re the statue.
Guess it’s my turn to be the statue.
Roux
