Wow, it's been a month already. How time flies when you're buying plane tickets for holidays, applying and interviewing for three jobs (and not getting any of them), covering for co-workers holidays, brewing, and picking scales off of our poor beleagured ficus plant.
It's actually not been very exciting around here, but it does seem like I've constantly been going. Every time I think I might get a day when I can sit on my butt, something comes up. And it's fine; I have a lot more free time than a lot of people, but on the other hand, I spend a lot of time doing things for Girl Museum, and I'm (mentally, at the moment) preparing a proposal for something I want to do with/for the bakery. Since it wouldn't cost them anything–at least initially, and possibly ever–I don't think there's a downside to it, but I might as well approach it properly.
And Lucy, our ficus, has been dropping leaves left and right, and looking generally droopy. Plus, she's been getting covered in sticky stuff on her leaves. No aphids, though. So I did some research and it turns out she has scales. Scales are nasty little buggers, and nearly impossible to get rid of. She's seeming to do better now, though, since I've picked off about 200 of the buggers over the last week, and sprayed her a few times with dishsoap and vodka (ask the internet; I just do what it tells me). I still find them every time I look her over, but I find fewer and fewer each time, and it's harder to spot them now, so I think I'm starting to get a grip on them, and she might survive yet. It makes me sad, though, because when (if) we move to the states, we can't take her with us, and I seriously doubt anyone we give her to will make the effort I have to save her.
Man, it's sad when the biggest news I have is about saving a ficus plant.
