Thursday 09/19/2024
Taking it easy today. Took the standard walk, first time this week. Picked up a prescription on the way back. I had signed up for a bus trip to SFMOMA, but when I checked the trip had been canceled, not enough people signed up to justify renting a bus. So I spent some time gardening, cutting back a couple of begonias, and trying to fix up a poor little Hoya aka Wax Plant.
This plant was a sprig, a cutting from Lollie Kelleher’s kitchen window, given to Marian oh, I don’t know, let’s say 2015. She planted it in a 5-inch ball-shaped hanging pot in our kitchen window and it grew well. Propogated it to a hanging pot in another window. I brought both of those here. Hanging pot #2 was dropped and broke during the move, and I just shoved the root ball into a pot with some dirt and set it on my plant stand. Later I propogated that to hanging pot #3. All three of these dudes have spread out to multiple 18-inch branches.
Lately though they have been attacked by some kind of a fungus, I think, looks like black soot collecting on the leaves, also by aphids, and generally they look ratty. They barely bloomed, where they used to put out profuse numbers of the little white and purple blossoms. So was going to repot the one in the 5-inch pot, but it was in such bad shape that I decided instead to try to root some cuttings from it and start fresh. But after I took the cuttings, I took the two hanging pots inside and held them under the shower to wash some of the crud off, and sprayed them with insecticidal soap, and they look a little better.
At 3pm the Good Times committee met to finalize plans for tomorrow night. JB (who 2 years older than me, I learned, January 41 versus December 42) will be coming at 7 and we are arranging the seating so she will not be obvious to the rest of the audience. It will be interesting to see how many people recognize this gray-haired lady from the back, before she is introduced, which will be about 2/3 of the way through the program. She’s going to be right in my line of sight as I sing. Ghaaaaaaaa. No, I will ignore her completely. At least this 82-year-old can still sing. Can she? We will find out. Our joke is that we will try to look like so much fun that she decides to move into Channing House. Wouldn’t that be a kick?
Codgerville 