Oops

This is an ear.  Okay.  It's a model of an ear.  

This is me contemplating whether or not I should call my last customer to find out if the tip of my otoscope is living inside his ear canal.

It's missing.

I need a new profession.

My Addiction

These days I’m totally addicted to the wildflowers that are sprouting up from spring’s seed dispersal earlier this year.  Every morning before heading out for work, Gracie and I take a walk around the house to see what’s new.  

I’ve never had a green thumb.  Plants and flowers are respectfully short-lived in my care.  

This one was particularly interesting at this stage and miraculously would turn to face the sun. *Gasp* Hence the name Sunflower, I suppose.  

It’s all been a learning experience for me.

I remember an African violet my mom nurtured for many years that I inherited when she died.  It was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen.  Three days after I owned it the thing started looking wilted, and then it began losing flowers and leaves.   A month later I'm certain mom rolled over in her grave as her labor of love met with empty Campbell soup cans and potato peels at the bottom of the garbage bag.

Wildflowers need little human care once planted.  God takes care of the rest.  Aren’t they beautiful?

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Dear Diary,

Mom didn’t find my helping with the laundry today helpful or cute…  instead she scolded me and told me I was crazy for wanting to be

anywhere near a pile of hot clothes just out of the dryer in ninety degrees temperatures. 

But what she’s not putting into consideration is the fact that she has the central air on.  Hmmph. 

  But I'm in rebellion.  Mom say’s I should get off my furry butt and get to work on my book…  

But I have writers block.