Slow growth

It seems as though I've been sick for at least a month now, but gradually, very very gradually, life is getting better.  I still take pain pills but can usually manage on only two a day and the pain isn't as fierce.  I've missed two consecutive weeks at Juvenile Hall and am hoping - but not promising yet - to resurface tomorrow afternoon.  I would really like to be back with the kids, but when the pain level has me doubled over I really have no choice.

Steve was in Fort Bragg this weekend, his last trek there until February.  It's almost four hours north of here so is a major getaway for him.  I can never go - dogs, chickens, Youngest Daughter, etc., - it would take major planning and I'd have to feel well enough to drive those twisty roads that everyone complains about.

A couple months ago, when Steve was there, he brought home a redwood burl for me to grow.  I've tried a few other times - usually they last several months and then call it a day.  Occasionally people get lucky and are able to maintain one for years, but I haven't managed that yet.  I don't know if it's luck or skill, but so far I've had neither.  This one shows my latest attempt.  There are two shoots and a couple buds.  Every chance I can I bring the outdoors inside, it's so soothing.