The Texas heat was not kind to the beautiful, supposedly-resilient Haworthia succulent plants that I brought from D.C.
The plants died, and they died quickly on my new balcony. After a string of 100-degree days, the plants shriveled despite daily watering.
Apparently Dallas also has crickets, who are totally unbothered by the heat. I found my already-suffering plants devoured one morning after they became a midnight buffet for those little terrors.
It was time to toss the plants and start over.
I briefly started ordering fresh-cut flowers a few months ago — I’m working from home so I finally have time to enjoy them, right?
The biodiversity in my apartment has taken a hit lately. One of the few plants that I haven’t managed to kill are these Haworthia succulents.
Moving is like1 losing your keys or your cat dying: an all-consuming time suck that is completely uninteresting to everyone else. All of my free time this week was spent hauling things downstairs, dusting, carpet cleaning, standing in line at Home depot, and constructing things.
I took off work yesterday and spent about 9 hours drilling. I probably have lead poisoning from all that paint. I think I’ll develop a cough that will earn my some street-cred at my local VFW.
The drilling was necessary because my apartment was almost completely devoid of fixtures like kitchen hooks, shelving, toilet paper holders, etc.