Confucius says�
10:34 p.m.
I am now convinced that I am allergic to my house. I was fine all day at school, but the instant, and I do mean the instant Hubby and I opened the door from the garage into the mudroom, I began sneezing. It could be that it�s time to get the vacuum cleaner fired up and wave a dust cloth around. Sorry, it�ll have to wait until after Friday night. I can�t risk a major dust storm in here until later. In the meantime, I think I shall try antihistamines for the next few days.
My blue jasmine (it�s not really a jasmine, but the flowers are jasmine-like without the delicious aroma) is flowering. I cut this plant back ages ago and it has bushed out in a wild manner. Suddenly I noticed flower buds all over, and there are actually a couple of blue blossoms opening up. The peace lily I repotted last summer is also flowering, as is my African violet. The hibiscus is still going at it, and the Christmas cactus will be joining in soon. I love it when my houseplants burst forth in bloom. It seems like an acknowledgement for all the care I put into them. I repotted the three cacti I bought at the biology sale into one pot and they seem quite happy there. When I was a university student I actually named my plants. I don�t do that anymore.
I leave you with a pearl of wisdom handed to me in another Shanghai II fortune cookie: Nothing is better than happiness, but a ham sandwich is better than nothing.
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