If you got me a poinsettia for Christmas, you better believe I’ve kept it alive until now. Better yet, I’ve even emptied out the spray bottle of vinegar, replaced it with water, and spritzed it today. Sure, I let it get dry a week ago, and it’s since dropped a ton of leaves, but since I caught it in time, it’ll be placed in a high-visibility spot next to a white poinsettia I’m plantsitting for a couple of months. The two of them will be kept perspiring because they’re from Mexico, and they need the humidity.
From a football field away, it was hard to tell what was going on with the lake at the end on our property. The ongoing freezing temperatures had to have affected it, but it wasn’t until we made the trek to see today that we realized just how frozen it was. Besides our ability to walk on it and sit in chairs, I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the two heavy, honking snow geese on it. One sat waddling in an open water spot while the other stood nearby, as if walking on water.
Since the part needed to fix our furnace is no longer being made, the whole unit gets swapped out for a brand new one tomorrow. The option to have a new heat pump was proposed as well, but no thanks; spending thousands of dollars for something that works perfectly fine for the option of “having them both new” is not a good enough reason for me.
I’m digging this houseplant-sitting gig. Atop our kitchen cupboards sit three plants: one is a spider plant with several baby shoots, a dark, long-limbed pothos, and something else with long, soft, feather-like vines. The kitchen is giving me Jungle Book vibes, and even though it means lugging around a bar-height chair to get up and water them, I’m all about it.
It’s Oppenheimer time. After a raving review from my BFF Kristen, particularly talking about how complicated of a man he was and how well the movie portrayed this, as well as the science and political intersections at that time I’m in. At three hours long, how can it not?
I hit a “move record” on my Apple Watch today. How much of those “steps” came from rolling out the pizza dough into a thin circle for toppings? Who knows. I did know someone who tracked their steps, and would take off 30% for all the extra movements they did with their arm. Perhaps later, when I’m more serious about the data, I’ll do that. For now, I’m just happy to be walking/jogging for an hour a day.
I took a picture of this trailer outside of Fred Meyer earlier, mostly because it’s a little ridiculous. I bet the guy behind me couldn’t wrap his head around why I was taking it.
And last but not least a to die the sunset was to die for. It had me driving to the top of 410, and it didn’t disappointment.
I’ll see you here tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn
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