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Bloomin Peppers!

Posted 2016.05.01 14.38 in Hobbies

Bloomin Peppers

Potential Proto Peppers!

Posted 2016.04.17 14.52 in Pointless Blather

I know it’s been a long while since I posted on my little aerogarden, but it’s more or less still kicking. Certainly seems healthier than I feel these days. 🙂

Anyhow, one of the things I was really excited about was the Ghost Pepper seeds my sister gave me, and that plant is still thriving!

I just recently I noticed it had wee little ‘bud’ things forming. I think these are proto-peppers! There’s like a half dozen of them at least, and I’m excited and hopeful that it means I’ll have fresh home-grown ghost peppers soon!

Possible Proto Peppers

Spooky Stuff

Posted 2012.07.15 6.53 in Pointless Blather, Spiritual

Do you ever have those dreams where you’re basically attacked by paranormal stuff? You know, where objects in your house are thrown at you, and stuff is moving all around you and you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t?

I don’t really like those dreams.

This morning I was dreaming that stuff was being pulled off my walls, like pictures and stuff like that. It was floating in mid air, then came flying across the room at me. Then when I tried to grab my cats and go, I couldn’t tell which ones were mine as there were too many cats around and my eyes were blurry.

It got kind of intense so I woke up. Glad it was just a dream.

Went to the kitchen to make some coffee, and sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, perfectly upright and unspilled, is a single jar of spice.

What. The. Fuck.

I keep most of my spices on the back of the stove, and the rest of them are all there untouched. There’s a neat little gap where this one used to be. It’s been taken off the back of the stove, and placed neatly in the middle of the kitchen floor. I don’t even see any spillage along the way.

Yes, it does cross my mind that one of the cats did it. Except they don’t go up on the kitchen counters any more. Well for sure Misha doesn’t. And Pixie – while I’m making coffee, she’s sitting in the livingroom, at the kitchen door, crying and won’t come into the kitchen.

Like she’s afraid to come into the kitchen, now she’s looking at me as if she wants to know if it’s safe.

So great, now I’m feeling a little uneasy. At least there’s coffee.