January 14, 2020
Good morning. It's looking very gray outside my door this morning. Today's temperature should reach a high of 40F degrees with lots of sunshine. My energy level is definitely tied to the temperatures. Those last two days that we had such warm temps had my energy at a healthy level. Today, not so much.
Yesterday was a telephone day. Booking airline flights shouldn't be a project, but it took me two hours to get this done. I still have to reserve a rental car to use while Pogo and I are in Florida, but I'll wait until next month to do this.
I also had to figure out my finances in order to make sure all the bills will be paid on time. This one was a bit trickier than reserving airline tickets. But, I'll work it out. When one grows up in a wartime, one learns how to stretch every dollar out to its maximum. You also learn as many crafts as you can. (When you cannot afford to buy something, you make it.)
I learned the usual cooking, sewing, typing, shorthand, etc. Also, knitting, crocheting, painting, wallpapering and how to shop, etc. About the only thing I did not get to learn was how to fix my car. I wanted to learn this, but growing up in my day did not let girls take automotive classes. That was reserved for the boys.
To be honest, I'd have to say that I grew up in the best years. As children, we did not have "devices" to do our work for us. We learned to do things, and to figure things out on our own. We learned to write in cursive, not just to print. We learned our math. We did not have calculators to do this for us. Most importantly, we learned to use our minds and brains. We learned to be creative. Libraries were at the top of our "best friends" list.
Enough for history. Today I have photos of the plants that I re-potted a couple days ago. The Bird Of Paradise plant will have to re-potted again to another, bigger pot in the Spring. (This is the really tall plant in the photo)
I had picked up a new Amaryllis plant a month ago, and finally got around to potting it last week. This one is pink and white, and is called "Apple Blossom." I hope I'm here when it blossoms, and not a way on vacation.
A reader informs me that the Christmas Cactus plant likes to be pot bound in order to get lots of blossoms. Thank you, I did not know this. Now I see the mailman coming my way and he has a package for me. It's time for me to get the mail and see what's inside that package. Hopefully, it's my newest blog book. So, till tomorrow, Y'all have a fantabulous day.
Hugs, Edna B.