I didn't go to the beach this weekend partly because I cannot tolerate crowds but mostly because I have finally started tearing my house to shreds while I rearrange and purge. Once the bug hits to do this, it cannot be stopped, and this place is desperately in need of some TLC. It has been two years since I really put any time into this townhouse, and it has finally caught up to me.
Today I have a list of things I need/want for the house and for work. I go from place to place, pricing out some things like shelving units, and actually buying things like a new fan so I can haul the old one to school. It's going to be 94 this week. Of course the worst heatwave of the summer hits when I go back to school.
While I'm shopping, though, I remember that my new classroom has great windows and windowsills, so I peruse the plant section at Wal-Mart. I ignore the mums and fall plants and go right for the clearance table. Among the plants being peddled are four sad looking plants of various types. I grab each one, cradling them in my arms until I can walk all the way across the store to reach the carriages. I don't think I pay more than $7 or $8 for the four plants together.
Once I get my new plants home, I re-pot them with fresh soil and feed them some water with plant food. I scoot them outside with the other plants, watering everything with my big green watering can, when it hits me: If I bring these plants to work, how will I water them? I need a watering can of some kind.
This is when I remember the birthday beach toys. Is there ...? Might there be ...? I cannot recall. I tear into the pail of toys to reveal a plastic watering can of the exact size that I need for school.
I didn't finish my purging, sorting, or cleaning, and I only got a few of the items on my list, but now I can look at those little plants every day. Hopefully, the kids' carbon dioxide emissions will keep my little babies healthy.
I'll let you know how it goes.
