I am not very good at keeping houseplants alive. I go weeks and forget to water this one. And then it gets a shower in my sink. And makes lacy shadows on the porcelain. And it comes to life. Lookee there. Hello, plant!
Today may have been one of the best Fridays in Fidget's little life so far. Because on our way to school, we were the first car stopped at the railroad crossing. It was the long one, too. The cargo train. The Amtrak that goes by every morning is only 4 cars. But the cargo train takes at least 5 minutes to pass. So we got to sit there and bask in its gritty rumbling glory. In the front row.
And we still had time to spare.
I've got a lovely little post brewing about old downtown nostalgia. Stay tuned.
This weekend I might get off my duff and clip a branch or two off my cherry tree and attempt to force blooms, like Amy did with her forsythia. Last year we got hit with an awful frost mid-april, and we missed all the blooms. (It took trees another 6 weeks to rebloom. Remember that, my local friends???)
And I'm also going on a date with my my husband tonight! Dinner at Kona, and Michael Buble at the new Sprint Center. Don't get me started defending my mad love for MB. I also love the Killers, Lily Allen, classic No Doubt, John Mayer, old school Dave Matthews Band and Barry Manilow. I am an equal opportunity music lover. And Buble puts on one heck of a show. Just trust me on this one.