I heard Billy Joel singing Piano Man on the radio yesterday and the line "put bread in my jar" jogged a memory. When I first heard that song, I didn't know that 'bread' was another term for money and I always wondered what they were putting in his jar. Slices of bread? Sandwiches? Rolls? It was very confusing until I found out.
A little later, I heard Kenny Rogers "The Gambler" with his so-called good advice. "you got to know when to hold'em, know when to fold'em, know when to walk away, know when to run" and so on.
It does seem like excellent advice, but if you don't already know how or when to do those things, how do you learn to "know". The Gambler doesn't actually say how you know those things, how to learn them.
I suppose experience could be the teacher, but in my opinion, far too many people learn too late that they should have folded and/or run many games ago.
I don't like the song as much as I used to.
Have you ever noticed that potplants that look so lovely and quite a respectable size on your front porch, look so much tinier when you plant them out in the garden?
I planted many of my succulents this morning, I was going to wait until spring, but the day was so warm and spring-like, I decided to get them in now. They hopefully survive the winter and establish decent root systems ready for a burst of growth in spring.
Quite a few were already making new growth in the pots, the 'jelly beans' had teeny tiny baby jelly beans growing around the base, some of the aeoniums had tiny new rosettes starting where old leaves had been pulled off.
There is still so much empty space, I want to go out and buy many more pots, but I know I need to wait and let these grow for a season or two, just to see how much room they will take up.
Angel has been spending quite a lot of time outside. At first I just had him outside when I was there, but chasing and catching him to come inside when I was ready got to be annoying, for both of us, so I started leaving him out on his own and just checking his whereabouts a few times until I could be sure he knew the way back to my front door on his own. Now I let him out after his breakfast, unless it is raining, and let him in when he scratches at the door. If I have to go out anywhere, I'll get him in before I lock up and leave. He's happier, I'm happier.
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