i get fewer and fewer blog posts every month, i think. maybe because i’m happier and i can talk to someone every night now. 😉 it used to be that most of the time, conversations in my head (or monologues) come out when i write them here because they aren’t released anywhere else.
i digress.
my bad weekend started friday when i noticed that my tillandsia’s leaves were falling off. pinching the root-end of the plant, i felt that it was soft and mushy, which turned my curiosity to fear.
i pinched throughout the body of the plant and confirmed what i was dreading: my plant succumbed to root rot. i couldn’t say what lead to its demise. it could be one of the whole bunch of things that i did to it: tying the end leaves, its shaded spot, the soaking. i really felt bad about it, not only because it was a rather expensive plant but because i had grown fond of it and thought that i could collect more. now, i’m afraid i would be a bad ‘parent’ for such a plant.
saturday came and it was a productive day. i had cleaned a portion of the house and discarded a lot of stuff that were just sitting there gathering dust. i find it empowering to be able to let go of stuff and it feels nice to see your house gain a little more space. you feel less constricted and more relaxed — how a home should feel.
then came the nightmare.
sunday afternoons are really meant for resting in anticipation of (drum roll please) MONDAY! little did i know monday stress would come earlier than expected. about 10 hours early.
around 3pm, clouds started to hover around as they did yesterday and sent us refreshing showers. a thunderstorm was quite welcome because the summer heat was beginning to piss-off a lot of people. it rained hard and i thought it was perfect way to relax on sunday to cool us down. i was out in front of the house playing with the rainwater flowing down our roof to the ground when i heard A’s panicked voice calling me, shouting “yung kama!” Continue reading not my weekend
