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Reveries

The file has a date of September 2, 1993. I'm sure this predates that.

  It's been over 30 hours without sleep... I shouldn't read so
 late... I should get a window fan for this muggy, uggy weather!
 Got more plants in the window than ever I thought I could. That 
 vine is going places and the spider plant mafia is takin' over.
  
 The jade looks like some weird, photosynthetic chrorophyl body 
 builder, the shy whatchamacallem tree has decided to put out a
 few new leaves instead of dropping them all of the time (maybe
 it likes the regular, massive watering lately.)  And the Spider
 Plants are cornering the market on small pots strewn in a row.
 That vine is long and skinny... it too seems to be enjoying plant 
 food, water, and light.  It's cruising (for a plant) along the
 window sill to see what's at the other end.  Maybe it's lookin'
 to make out.  Who knows?
    There's a something that looks like either a strangled spider
 plant, or a spider plant that decided to get up and dance.  (Mine
 aren't yet...)  It doesn't have the other spider plant habits...
 it just looks bruised.  Perhaps it has something to do with falling
 out of the window everytime a big wind (not me!) comes by.  The
 Spider Plants never help.  They just sit around and oooh and ahhh
 at the spectacle.
    The vine has a new kin.  I don't know what it really is, but
 it looks a lot like the vine, except it's a lot of little vines
 all reaching out all over.  Maybe it's local instead of interstate.
 There's three different somethings hanging from the curtain rod.
 One's this viney thing with big fat leaves hanging down.  It
 looks very graceful and elegant... like it belongs in a hothouse.
 It also looks a lot thinner than when I first got it.  Poor thing.
 But it's recovering too.  Water's amazing stuff.  Sunlight too.
 There's another fern overhead.  Maybe it won't dry-up or drown.
 Maybe there'll be a hurricane in Quebec.  The last one didn't do
 so well... it's pot has since been co-opted.  It wasn't using it
 anyway.  Lastly there's this pokey thing between Mr. Grace and
 Dry-up-and-Drown Fern.  Don't know what it is either, but it seems
 ok... hasn't been leaving reminders of unfaithfullness on the
 carpet anyway.
 
     Up on the curtain rod, there's a sun lamp (the tree and Mr.
 Muscles loved that this winter) and two wooden-fish-with-wheels.
 They got evicted by the Spider Plants.  Let that be a lesson. Never
 trust Spider Plants.  Lastly, on the window-sill, theres the
 radiometer.  It likes to sing on bright, late sunny afternoons.
 It ignores the Spider Plants with calm arrogance.  It knows it'll
 be there longer than them.  It doesn't know about it's predecessor.
 
     That's my living room window, and these are rainy day reveries...