I brought this in from the chilly entry a few days ago and it has rewarded me with two blossoms and a few more buds. It is half of a large Christmas cactus which J. gave me about 14 years ago--one of only two plants to survive the move to Wyoming and the change in water quality.
A few months ago Charlie [who else?] overturned the plant container, breaking several branches. I divided the remains into two pots--both are reviving, although put off their December bloom time.
Why, you might ask, am I posting a photo of a closet interior?
I had barely arrived at work yesterday when J. phoned to inform me that a realtor wanted to schedule a house showing for early evening. He felt, quite reasonably, that I had best come home and launch a cleaning blitz.
By the time I flung myself through the back door, he had convinced the realtor that a Wednesday evening viewing would be more agreeable.
Right! Where to start? Sawdust and such drifting onto every surface has been an excuse to neglect all but the most necessary house-keeping tasks.
My "sitting room" is small and houses both my computer desk and my sewing desk--as well as heaps and tipples of books, CD's, my fabric stash. It seemed the place to tackle.
Several hours later I had re-organized the fabric into color-cued stacks, filled a trash bag and two large give-away "scrap bags." The shelves on both sides of the closet have been reorganized and the books at least tidied.
This morning I clambered up a step ladder obligingly placed by J. and attempted to wash the outsides of the living area windows. Glass does not clean well at 22 degrees F.
I have sorted the pantry.
I have promised to turn the kitchen into an immaculate showplace before Wednesday noon.
The house viewing has now been postponed until late on Friday.
I do not enjoy preparing for house viewers.
I especially do not like preparing for house viewers who can't stick to a schedule.
This is a quilt I made for the shop from a line of Western themed fabrics. We now have an order for two of them sized to fit twin beds. The new bolts of some of the fabrics were stacked by my sewing station when I arrived at work.
I tried most of the day to ward off a headache/neuralgia episode, but it has settled in with a vengence. No wits to summon for answering letters or blog comments, let along creating an interesting post.
To borrow a phrase from my late Mother, I am feeling a bit cranky and "put upon."
A mug of hot milk, two Advil and off to bed.