This pot came to our complex last fall. A lady who had moved in with the woman above me, brought this as far as the parking lot and left it. Another new resident asked the manager if she could have it. Not knowing or caring whose it was he gave it to her. It had a nice palm like plant in it. That tenant let it die and left out of here abandoning most of her stuff when Duane was in the hospital.
Then someone moved into the apartment across from me over the summer. Somehow, she was given the pot. Planted something in it. Let it die and abandoned her apartment last month. We lay claim to this pot. This is where it's story will end.
My friend, who takes me shopping might take me to the nursery Sunday or Monday. I want to get a mini citrus tree for it. I found such a plant on Amazon, but they won't ship to the citrus states. So, I'm hoping to find one at the plant nursery.
I woke up this morning and it was 42F with 98% humidity. When did I wake up in back in NY? How did that happen? It was so tempting to just call in. However, that would give me two points for the month and I would lose any bonus, I've been working so hard for. Plus a days pay. Plus it affects my two week average they use to calculate my holiday pay. I stood to lose a good chunk of change. So, I dragged my butt to work. Seriously, I pulled out the tow change and dragged it kicking and screaming all the way there. I did VGH three hours early when they asked if I wanted to go home.
Just as I was about to take a picture of the unopened box of chocolates, Duane picked it up and ripped the plastic off. So much for that bit of suspense. The thing is huge. As wide as Duane's recliner.
Believe it or not, I only had one piece. A maple fudge. I don't eat much refined sugar since my acupuncturist told me refined sugars exacerbates chronic pain. Since, I'm not feeling well with our high humidity and cooler temps, I don't want to add to it.
Have a happy Sunday. I know I will, since I will be at home. Just hope I don't wake up earlier than if I had to work.
