My amaryllis is still making leaves and only leaves. My friend BB has an amaryllis that's only making a flower stalk, no leaves, just stalk. So I figure that together we have one plant--I have the leaves and she'll have the flowers. Boo.
I knitted on the Seamen's cowl tonight. It's a simple enough pattern that's easy to knit while I'm talking and laughing and coughing.
10 January--Barbara Malcolm, Spies Don't Retire.
Bunny picked up the radio mic and
called. Nothing. He twiddled knobs and called again. No response.
Now it was getting dark quickly like it does in the tropics and things
weren’t looking so good for getting home.
Dave whose dad had been a mechanic offered to help but was politely
rebuffed. Both Bunny and Gomez went
below and the men could hear clanking and swearing coming from the stern, and
the smell of gasoline rose on the breeze.
George leaned over the stern and saw the greasy rainbows on the water
that meant leaking gas. Bunny stomped
back onto deck and turned the key. For a
moment the engine rumbled to life, then it backfired and all was silent again.
“Ja rules,” the Rasta said shaking
his head, which several of the men decided was a polite way of saying
shit. Bunny tried again to raise someone
on the radio but that too seemed to be possessed by demons and remained silent. By that time the passengers had pulled on
shirts as the sun was nearly down and the breeze was cooling them.
It's supposed to snow a little overnight and then really snow on Saturday night. Two days ago it was in the 40s. It's no wonder everyone's got this crud.
--Barbara
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The tale of the two amaryllis -- each one only half a plant. Do you think they're male and female and star-crossed? At least those leaves of yours look strong and healthy. And pretty soon those two words will describe you. Glad you got some meds to nip that pesky cough in the bud. Poor George and Dimitri and their diving buddies. Sounds like trouble in paradise.
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