Liberal Houseplant

Vacation is strange right now. I went on vacation and stayed at a hotel - With no room cleaning except right before and after our stay. Getting breakfast at the hotel - By going to the lobby and receiving a brown paper bag filled with yogurt, a bagel, hardboiled eggs and a muffin I went to restaurants - To order take out and eat in the hotel or in the car. I would go out to the grocery store to get lunch for a road trip - Wearing a mask and staying away from other people.

Each day seems the same.  Time passes quickly and there is little distinction from one day to another.  I think especially with no activities or vacations or meetings or school or real appointments to mark time, each day feel like a repeat of yesterday. The other day, I woke up and I didn't hear birds which was odd.  I didn't know what time it was.  We had birds in a nest until a couple weeks ago,  After the 5 eggs hatched, we heard the birds every morning and throughout the day as they cried out for food.  I'm not sure how, but they all grew in that nest and after what seemed like a very short time (but was probably several weeks), they each left the nest one by one.  Time passed for the birds and they moved on.  The other thing happening is that for the very few things I am supposed to be doing, it is very hard to get anything done.  There are several items looming - they are personal items - but they loom large.  Yet, the day p...

I couldn't think about much to say about the coronavirus, but maybe that says something.  My mother appears to think this is some important, monumental change that is shaking the foundation on which my life is built.  But it isn't.  Maybe it is for her, or other people, but not for me.  Maybe I'm just a kid who doesn't understand what's happening, and why it's important.  That could be partly true.  I'm not a toddler, and can comprehend most things around me, but I haven't been around for that long in comparison to others.  Maybe I can't understand that this is a crazy change that should  shake the foundation on which my life is built.  But is that such a bad thing? I have a theory, that since as kids, we are shaken up so much, we can roll with things as they come up more than others who who have settled down into a solid routine, which is part of a never-changing life plan.  Personally, I have no idea what's going on ever.  Basic...

This quarantine has helped me realize that I actually enjoyed school to an extent. At school I just can go through my day half asleep and follow along because my brain is being directly told what to do. For school at home, I have to actually figure out myself what I have to do and do it without being told.

Being on the phone and chats with our ISP provides me all the stress and contemplation experienced in a toxic high school relationship. I wonder: Why you ask me questions I can't answer, then hang up on me Why I'm always calling you Why you say one thing, but mean another Why I pay for everything Why you don't work Why connecting with my family has to be an issue Why I am I always waiting for you Why your first solution is restarting - we've been down that road so many times already If there is not something better out there for me

All we do is sit on the floor. The person who cleans is ignoring us more now that they are home all the time. The floor gets more populated with us and we're not six feet apart.

On Mother's Day, the mother prepared some food to eat.  Her family protested as they licked their lips and said, "you shouldn't have gone to all the trouble."  She said "No trouble, I just pulled a couple of things from the freezer."  Then she looked at them, started eating some pie, and said "what will you be having for dinner?"

  There are 5 rules that must be followed when working from home.  1.       Never take calls from the bathroom.   2.       Make sure the camera on your computer is covered—I prefer some torn paper and tape, but they make gizmos for the purpose. 3.       Never take conference calls in a room that includes kids, partners, pets, pan dimensional aliens, houseplants or lawnmowers. 4.       Do always sound positive and perky, especially if you are taking the call from your bed with your slippers where you are sometimes napping. 5.       And finally, never, ever…leave your  ******** dog  alone anywhere near your company computer or  your school computer or any  ******** computer  in your house.   *** His voice was loud and piercing—you could hear it at least five houses down. ...

The day begins early - at 5:57 am. Start time is 6:00 am. Working at home allows for this. It is something those who used to go to an office now understand. For 15 years, breakfast has not been leisurely. It can't be when All the Meetings are scheduled between 6:30 and 1:00 pm. These are the work hours for those in other time zones. They don't care about your sleep. They are unaware of your need for coffee. They send Instant Messages the minute you log on. Their day began hours ago. Children come into your office. They don't know what time it is. They are not at school. They don't care you are on the phone. You wave to them. The day does not care if it's an unfriendly wave. Afternoon comes sometime after hunger sets in again. The meetings end. There are not meetings after 1:00. Those in other time zones used to go home around this time and it's rude to schedule meeting at the end of the day. Call it a habit. Before they leave, they like se...

Thoughts. Thinking. Contemplating. If you ignore corona, what is life like? Mild breeze, warmth, sweating, sleepless overheating nights.  .     .        . Looking for the fan you know is in your basement, Looking for the fan you are pretty sure is in your basement, Looking for the fan you think might actually be shoved in a closet somewhere. Falling asleep after lying awake wondering where the fan you looked for all day is. Waking up just to find yourself wanting the fan again, Finding a fan in between two boxes and not even caring that it's the terrible fan that barely works. This is the pain and suffering at the start of every summer.

I am dead.   Finally the sweet release of death.  In plant heaven, everyone is in a pot with their other dead plant friends, with the correct soil, amount of sunlight, humidity, ph level in the soil, and preferred pot.  Plant heaven is just with plants, there is also no plant god, and there are no other beings.  All the plants are happy and there is also no plant hell because why would a plant go to hell? 

I am a plant.  The people in my house never water me...I am slowly shriveling up and dying, all of the moisture is being sucked out of my leaves by this scorching sun. My leaves are turning brown and crinkly.  I don't think I can keep fighting much longer...my only hope is to wait until the one man who waters me normally comes back from his trip...