I apologize for my sporadic posting lately. For the past few days I've been so happy about coming home from work and knowing that I don't have to do single darn thing. There have even been a couple moments when I realized that if I tried really hard, I could be genuinely bored. But I found a few things to do. I've made more phone calls in the past few days than I have in the past few months. I'm getting a head start on Christmas presents. I booked airline tickets. I caught up on my neglected Newsweeks. I'm watching Ken Burns' new documentary. I fall asleep listening to This American Life. It's a lovely existence. And the heat turned itself on in my building today! Hello to fall weather!
Onward to the photo explanation.
Two years I adopted this peace lily plant from my old roommate, Alicia, when she moved to California. I remember she told me, "Apparently if you keep it happy, it has little white lilies that bloom." I distinctly remember the word "apparently" in her statement, like she had never seen it happen herself. And for the past two years, I had practically given up hope on the lily part, but just kept it happy, moving it a couple of times before I found it's happiest spot, just to the left of my desk. Then, last week as I went to give it a drink, look what I saw.
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