I haven’t owned a plant in years. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: green living things tend to perish under my care.
So it was with some hesitation that I walked in to the local garden shop last week. I didn’t even attempt to browse. Pointless. It would have been like Lady GaGa browsing in Ann Taylor – totally foreign merchandise. So I flagged down a plump saleswoman in a green smock and made my entreaty.
“Hi. I need an indoor plant that’s impossible to kill. I need two of them, actually.”
Why? Because of this little beast:
Emmy has suddenly decided that our speakers are a great place to sharpen her claws. And no doubt, she needs to maintain her weaponry at its finest. For important tasks like, you know, lounging on the bed all day. And occasionally stalking a catnip-filled banana.
In situations like this, I find it’s best to simply remove the temptation. The speakers needed to be barricaded. Preferably with something mildly attractive. And hence, I found myself in an aisle of potted shrubs listening to this green-smocked woman rattle off Latin names of plants that she thought might survive my attempts on their life.
“Um.” I interrupted her discourse on the care of Floris Perishus (or something like that). “I really don’t know anything about plants. I need the easiest-to-care-for plant in this entire store, please.”
“Well, how about a snake plant?” A snake plant? It sounded sinister – but maybe that was a good thing. The pit viper of the houseplant world. Surely it would be tough enough to battle my black thumb.
And that’s how I ended up with two of these badasses in my living room.
They’ll persevere through anything thrown their way, or so I’ve been promised. Good thing, because I’m sure at some point I’ll forget to water them for three weeks, in spite of the fact that I walk past them about seventy times a day.
So far, so good.
And if there are any mice in the apartment? I’m sure the snake plants will snatch those up, too. (The cats will be too busy lounging on the bed to deal with such things.)
Today’s EAT: My kitchen feels neglected. Today was a day of eating out. Tsk, tsk.
It was a delicious day though. Lunch was a cellophane noodle salad from Spize:
Packed with herbs and dried Thai chillies – spicy and delicious! Also, cold noodles on salad are really underrated. Filing that away for next time I make a BAS.
Dinner was barbeque-licious:
A half-rack of Carolina ribs from The Pit makes me a happy girl indeed. Meals like this remind me why I could never be a vegetarian. Tofu and beans are fun to play with in the kitchen, but sucking sauce off a BBQ bone once in a while is pure bliss.
Today’s DRINK: Cold, cheap, light beer.
Why is that always what sounds so appealing after a hard workout? Normal people crave Gatorade. I crave beer.
I sucked down this TJ’s brew after my track session tonight. Maybe it’s the bubbles? Or the carbs? I don’t know. It hit the spot, though.
Today’s RUN: Back to the Tuesday speed routine! The Taperworm and I headed out to the track tonight. I met up with a few new running friends and pounded out 6 X 800M with 400M recovery:
800 – 3:23 – 6:46 pace
800 – 3:26 – 6:52 pace
800 – 3:25 – 6:50 pace
800 – 3:19 – 6:38 pace
800 – 3:28 – 6:56 pace
800 – 3:25 – 6:50 pace
(Times are the best of my recollection. Garmin is still MIA, and to add insult to injury, my watch died yesterday. So I’m going off what my my running partner called out as we crossed the line.)
After the 800s (which kind of hurt – but not as bad as they could have) I tacked on 3 X 200, just to work on form and get some turnover going. The rest of the group went on to do 8 or 10 of the 800s, but I decided to stop at 6. All of my track workouts this summer were 5K or shorter, and I didn’t see any reason to start adding track miles, especially not 2.5 weeks before race day.
Anyway. It was great to meet some new running peeps, and with warm-up, cool-down, recovery and all of that I logged 9 yesterday. Solid day.
Today’s QUESTION: Do you have a houseplants? Or – gasp – a garden? Any tips on the care of my new charges?