Oof.

[mrissa]

Please tell me something nice in the world, here or on e-mail. My back has gone totally nuts. I swear C.J. was not beating me with a stick this afternoon, nor Mark or Timprov this evening now that I'm home, but that's about what it feels like. Beaten with a stick, vertebrae knocked out of kilter. No particular reason for it that I can see. So tell me something that's good in the world you live in. Please? Extra points if it's also the world I live in.

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[cpolk.livejournal.com]

The Flames won Yesterday.

The Leafs Won Today.

There is Hockey Tomorrow.

I bought a galvanized metal Planter box from Ikea - a long one that would hang out a window. I made sure the joins were leakproof with some nice bathub sealant, got organic potting soil and some good garden earth from the back yard, and put in a Peace Lily, a False Aralia (the plant that looks like pot, to people who don't know what pot looks like,) an Elephant Ear, three varieties of Ivy, an aluminum plant, something that looks like a miniature deifenbacchia, and a cute little guy that looks like his leaves have silver spiderwebs traced over them. It is a lovely thing, and it's sitting on my bookshelf by a west facing window. I want to get another one and do it again.

I also got a violet star clematis vine for the garden, a bunch of gladiolus, and a flower that looks like it should be growing on some exotic jungle planet. for the food garden, there's raspberry canes. The compost is rotting like mad now that it's warm out.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

And that pass from Sundin to Mogilny was just art, is what that was.

I couldn't stay up long enough to see if the Flames won or lost. I said to Timprov, "It's not that I hate Detroit. I just want to see them lose. Every single time."