Vacation is Delicious

Monday was great. I did laundry and putzed around on the computer and started a project -- the green pots out front. They came from my grandfather's car dealership and originally held potted palms. Then to my mom's house to hold jade plants and, on the porch to the left, big old monstera plants.

 

I was super stoked when I got to be the next keeper of the pots. Mom helped me do the original plantings. One of the things I really enjoyed doing with my mom was gardening and having her boss me around while gardening. Btw, I wish I still had lots of aeonium (the large succulent flowers).

My glow up was more modest this time around but I think I did pretty well with what we had on hand. Before:

After:

Some smaller succulents, some freeway daisies, some dianthus. I think it'll turn out ok once everything gets established. The original plants that I had in there (can't recall the name) have been gradually made into cuttings, and are rooting in water in the aku room. I have at least ten plants going. I think I've mentioned before that if I knew they could have been rooted I would have done it years ago. I couldn't let go of the original plant, so even though it's woody, I have it in some water on the porch and I kiiinda want to see if I can get it going again, just for fun.

Meanwhile, on the genealogy front, I received my research plan from the Ancestry genealogist team working on my case. They have managed my expectations, somewhat. Unless there is some documentary evidence that my grandfather was adopted, we may never know his parentage for certain.

Vacation Week

I took the week off. Because. Because mrguy is starting radiation. Because I want to retire but haven't yet.

Although I've been off for two days, it's the Monday that seems like vacation. Over there at the factory they've been working for 7 minutes! Me? I slept in until boy kitten would let me no longer. Mrguy has had his first radiation already. I hope it's killing his tumor already. Our oncologist was hilarious on Friday "Enjoy your weekend, Mr. Tumor. On Monday you're gonna die" (or something like that).

In the meantime, it's a beautiful day. Super hazy and foggy. I'm planning to go to the hardware store and buy some pots and plants and clean up the front porch. That is my idea of a good time. 

But first, some tea and genealogy. I received an email from Ancestry about some new tool, which made me want to visit the website. I clicked on Ancestral Journeys, which I generally don't do because I thought I knew every part of my family until recently. I logged in to my mom's account, which isn't linked to my family tree, and Franconia was a region that came up on Ancestral Journeys. I'm not aware of any connection there, or to Southern Illinois. For people with no family trees Ancestry relies on DNA matches and their trees to give hints to Ancestral Journeys. So it looks like I have other parts of Germany to explore at some point when I learn more about my family ties there.

That's what I've got this morning. One more cup of tea and I'll start the day. 

Small Joys

I was looking for some dust cloths the other day while helping out with an internal exhibition at the forklift factory. It's the 20th anniversary of one of our most popular lines of forklifts, so we were putting up an exhibition of designs from that first forklift. I got the delightful job of dusting a large neon sign that was going to be on the title wall of the exhibit. It's from the production office of that first forklift line, and I'm guessing it probably hadn't been dusted for fifteen years. It mostly lives in the warehouse, as a backdrop to the spot where the guys have a stage for practicing the guitars and the drums. We brought it out of retirement this week. And I like to dust.

I was looking in our hallway supply cabinet for some cloths, when I noticed a coffee mug sitting on top of the cabinet. That is not where coffee belongs, but it is where I can imagine someone resting a mug of coffee *temporarily* before entering the archives. No liquids allowed in the archives!

I can imagine the coffee drinker forgetting about the mug. And another person leaving it there because what if someone was sad that you'd taken their coffee mug to the kitchen. I can imagine this thought occurring to many people over many months, but mrsguy is a person whose curiosity gets the better of her.

I picked up the mug and was rewarded for my effort. There in the coffee mug was the most amazing-looking scum. If you moved the cup gently from side to side the scum moved as a whole. Freaky spores from the air or a mouth had bloomed into small turquoise circles and a brown one, which hadn't lived up to its potential, or maybe it had completed its journey earlier than the other two.

 

We will never know.

Summer House!!

I wish I could have those three hours back. Everybody was going crazy over the scandal happening on that show so I put in a little time watching the reunion episodes. I'm not otherwise familiar with the show. 

Boy was that dull. The people who shocked all of their friends by getting together are bad tv. They just stared blankly into space and shrugged a lot. The guy half of this couple just lied a bunch without blinking and justified his cheating on girls as "just what I do", while his beloved sat next to him impassively.

How can you make this story so boring, while spending ten hours filming it?