In which I take forever to get to the point.
Poindexter recently reorganized the office (AGAIN) because he finally got rid of our 20+ year old couch that he bought for me back when we first started dating. Because on my first trip to visit him in California I wanted to have the option of sleeping on the couch. Just in case, you know. The option. It turned out to be a super comfy couch (for sitting and naps, although I did spend the night on it many years after we were married when he was sick) so we kept it even as the fake leather started peeling and coming off. I can't even remember what was the final straw, but we ended up moving the dining couch up there, which is a sectional, and we removed the wedge and put together a superlong couch that would only fit on one wall, so Poindexter rearranged.
In the process of this rearrangement we also moved my desk under a window that has a windowbox outside, and this year I put in a 4-foot-ish hibiscus tree (I cannot believe it fit) with blooms the colors of the sunset, plus some tall plants with little orange trumpet blooms. I have no idea what it is. There's no point because when I go back to the locally-owned nursery that I frequent next year I can't guarantee it'll be there. [EDIT: It's a cigar plant. With, sadly, very few blooms on it. Mostly just leaves.]
This entry is reminding me of how Poindexter pointed out that when I draw things in Pictionary, I will set up an elaborate context in the drawing and then actually draw the thing and point to it. "Why don't you just draw the thing first?" he wanted to know. Because I think you need the context to know immediately what the thing is, but maybe not.
ANYWAY.
One day last week I walked into the office (where I hadn't been sitting much, because I like sitting in the new bitchin' kitchen) and saw a hummingbird sipping at those little orange blooms. And I have LOST MY MIND. HUMMINGBIRDS! AT MY DESK! OMG!!!
I saw another one on Monday night so I made nectar and put out one of my parents' old feeders. Now my entire day revolves around hoping I see a hummingbird. Every time any bird (or a large insect) appears in my peripheral vision I freak out. I am disappointed a lot.
Yesterday, to Poindexter on IM:
Me: No hummingbirds today.
Me: They can probably feel my desperation and they're staying away.
This morning:
Me: There's a hummingbird here but it hasn't noticed the feeder!!
Me: I HAVE SO MUCH FOOD FOR YOU LITTLE BIRDIE
Me: BRING YOUR FRIENDS
This afternoon:
Me: "Hummingbirds are very smart and can remember every flower they have been to and how long it will take a flower to refill with nectar."
Me: But not smart enough to notice a hummingbird feeder right there in front of them?
Me: Maybe I should tie a few of those flower branches close to the feeder.
Me: CAN YOU FEEL THE DESPERATION
Poindexter: Yes.
Not long after that, a hummingbird showed up and failed to notice the feeder. *headdesk* COME ON GUYS!!!
In the process of this rearrangement we also moved my desk under a window that has a windowbox outside, and this year I put in a 4-foot-ish hibiscus tree (I cannot believe it fit) with blooms the colors of the sunset, plus some tall plants with little orange trumpet blooms. I have no idea what it is. There's no point because when I go back to the locally-owned nursery that I frequent next year I can't guarantee it'll be there. [EDIT: It's a cigar plant. With, sadly, very few blooms on it. Mostly just leaves.]
This entry is reminding me of how Poindexter pointed out that when I draw things in Pictionary, I will set up an elaborate context in the drawing and then actually draw the thing and point to it. "Why don't you just draw the thing first?" he wanted to know. Because I think you need the context to know immediately what the thing is, but maybe not.
ANYWAY.
One day last week I walked into the office (where I hadn't been sitting much, because I like sitting in the new bitchin' kitchen) and saw a hummingbird sipping at those little orange blooms. And I have LOST MY MIND. HUMMINGBIRDS! AT MY DESK! OMG!!!
I saw another one on Monday night so I made nectar and put out one of my parents' old feeders. Now my entire day revolves around hoping I see a hummingbird. Every time any bird (or a large insect) appears in my peripheral vision I freak out. I am disappointed a lot.
Yesterday, to Poindexter on IM:
Me: No hummingbirds today.
Me: They can probably feel my desperation and they're staying away.
This morning:
Me: There's a hummingbird here but it hasn't noticed the feeder!!
Me: I HAVE SO MUCH FOOD FOR YOU LITTLE BIRDIE
Me: BRING YOUR FRIENDS
This afternoon:
Me: "Hummingbirds are very smart and can remember every flower they have been to and how long it will take a flower to refill with nectar."
Me: But not smart enough to notice a hummingbird feeder right there in front of them?
Me: Maybe I should tie a few of those flower branches close to the feeder.
Me: CAN YOU FEEL THE DESPERATION
Poindexter: Yes.
Not long after that, a hummingbird showed up and failed to notice the feeder. *headdesk* COME ON GUYS!!!