I asked Ming to photograph me, so I can show my friend my new Totoro shirt. We were happy to see I got photobombed by Holy Mother. We were laughing. “I didn’t know she was like that!” I told Ming.
Cleaning my desk, I find stashes of this or that. Some old postcards people sent me. A lot of stationery I haven’t used yet. Little piles of scrap paper, angular, left from a project. Some zines read, unread, or half-read. Some zines by me. Beads, business cards, stickers, bits of thread, button badges, homemade Spanish flashcards, fox washi tape, a penny…
I see my good intentions–a postcard I never replied to from an activist prisoner friend, next to the blank postcard I was going to use to write back to him.
I bought some lime essential oil that was inexpensive–got it home and saw the little bottle had been opened, inside the box. I complained to the company, so they sent me a fresh bottle.
So now I have two bottles of lime essential oil–smells delicious. But I only needed around seven drops of it! I guess I could use more in the future. But let me know if you want some.
I offered it to my friend who’s doing an afterschool program to empower teenagers, but she told me today, they have enough already. I offered her magazines for collage also, but she says they’re good on magazines now as well.
Ming told me it would be cool if we were human-plant hybrids and could photosynthesize. I’ve actually been thinking about that for a long time. I said, “Maybe one day. You never know. We could get bit by the right spider.”
He said, “We would need to get bit by a plant.”
I said, “Yeah, a spider plant!”
My mom grew those, when I was a kid. I remember them making little clone-babies. Maybe that helped me love plants. Life is amazing.