Cacti and succulents are so weird. I mean, just look at them. Some of them look like the stuff of nightmares. Speaking of succulents, the ones that I bought earlier this year are doing well. So far, they have been the only ones to survive in my many attempts at keeping succulents, but I think the main difference is that I’ve been able to place them on windowsills where they get more sun. Wasn’t able to before because of our cat who was a notorious plant eater.
I’m also growing a big fiddle leaf fig plant for the first time. I was sent one for my birthday and it came taped inside a long box – essentially just a twig with roots. I always assumed that if you bought plants on the internet you would, you know, get something in the mail that resembled the photo on the website, but I suppose the logistics of shipping a big, lush plant is tricky. The few times that I’ve received plants in the mail have always been met with a reaction like, “this is it?? This is the plant??”, but almost as soon as I planted the fig in a pot it started sprouting big leaves. It’s still kind of Charlie Brown Christmas-treeish, but it’s a great addition to our living room. Also in plant news (I know, thrilling stuff), an orchid that lay dormant for many years suddenly flowered. Yeah, my green thumb is starting to get a swelled head.
I don’t understand this whole “selfies” obsession. Maybe because I’m old. I can’t think of anything worse (relatively speaking) than taking photos of myself all day long and then posting them on the internet for the whole world to scrutinize.
On a related note, I am scared of the day my girls open Instagram accounts (or whatever happens to be the photo app of the moment). The stuff that I’ve casually read about mean girls, cyber bullying and creepy people doing creepy things have made me think twice about posting photos of them on Instagram (and on a lesser scale, here). I’ve only been posting photos of the girls from far away or if they aren’t really identifiable, and will only occasionally Instagram full photos of their faces. Ugh. I am trying to be more conscious of it all. But I guess this is the reality of growing up with social media and we’ll have to teach them to use it responsibly because if I know anything about teenagers these days, it’s the fact that they’ll post a million photos of the same thing. This includes party scenes and selfies. Fortunately, none of this stuff is on their radar yet, though Mia desperately wants a phone. Ha! Not for a few years at least, kid.
Whenever we’re outside, Claudine’s eyes are glued to the ground because she is always looking for loose change. She is so zoned in that she does manage to find change nearly everyday (I guess being short and closer to the ground helps too). She clutches onto those pennies and dimes and puts them in her piggy bank when we get home. She refuses to spend it, whereas Mia will take some money out of her piggy bank when we go to the Farmer’s Market, for example, to buy a wedge of cheese (don’t ask, and no arguing with her about spending her own money on cheese). Miss C, on the other hand, is saving up for a phone and a computer when she grows up. All with found money on the street, apparently.
Is blogging dead or dying? Sometimes it certainly feels that way.
I really hate the words “amazeballs” and “furbaby”.