I bought him off a discount shelf at Jewel about four years ago. I paid a quarter. He’s happy. He’s not big, but he blooms every six months or so. I thought his weird off-white/pinkish flowers were nice and brought some happiness to the gloomy winter weather.

Then I saw my mother-in-law’s. This is hers:

Bless that woman, she can get a rock to bloom. What do you think I should do? Throw away my little quarter find?

Nope. And it never does you any good to compare yourself to others either. (Comparing and wishing they were something other than what they were is what started this whole mess with Adam and Eve.)

Reminds me of a favorite quote of mine:

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it hardly becomes any of us
To talk about the rest of us.
~Edward Wallis Hoch

-Augustine

“…But real politeness is always more than mere. It acknowledges the importance of someone else’s rights and point of view. Similarly, moderation can represent more than indifference, impotence or weakness of mind. It can signify the desire to bring others along, because you need or respect them, instead of ramming something down their throats. Washington’s moderation and political cordiality were his final service to the convention. “

Little Bear: Come on! It will be an adventure!

Duck: Okay. It’s better than sitting on a frozen pond, I guess.

I don’t know that there are harps in heaven,
Or the process for earning your wings.
I don’t know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
Or any of those things.

She lost her husband after sixty years,
and as he slipped away she still had things to say.
Death can be so inconvenient.
You try to live and love. It comes and interrupts.
And what do I know? What do I know?

I don’t know that there are harps in heaven,
Or the process for earning your wings.
I don’t know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
Or any of those things.

But I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,
and from what I know of him, that must be pretty good.
Oh, I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,
and from what I know of him, that must be very good.

I didn’t know mundanities was a word. But I sure feel like mundanities is a word.

Here’s a mundanity: TV is done for the season. All our shows have aired their finales. Flipping through the channels tonight, I skipped over the “When Plastic Surgery Goes Wrong” type shows, checked NASA’s channel again (I keep thinking they might have a special show about “When Astronauts Go Mad”) and I have now settled on the “Resort and Residence Channel.” It’s an infomercial for Bose theater system. Now I’m debating about ordering the soft L shaped pillow that I NEED from a home shopping network.
Please, somebody give me some ideas of shows I should watch! Old ones? New ones? Series?