A Road Less Travelled

  Well, I’ve done it again. I just went and spent five hours in a hospital. It smells like death in there. After extensive testing they found out that Kathey was severely dehydrated and that might explain the shaking and weakness. They hooked her up to an IV and lost some paperwork. Or maybe the paperwork never happened.  I’m not completely sure. About halfway through the IV the shaking stopped and she seemed better. They let us go and now I’m home and feeling very weary. This was not how I wanted to spend my day. It wasn’t how I wanted to spend my yesterday. Right now I don’t want to think about anything hospital related. So I will tell you about my plant.

I am thankful for my plant. His name is Nigel. I inherited him from my mom about three and a half years ago and I haven’t killed him yet. In fact, he is growing and thriving. He’s some sort of palm and when I got him he was only about a foot tall. Now he is still some sort of palm and he’s about three feet tall. It’s so nice to have something green and happy looking in my room.

God has kept my plant alive to give me something happy to look at and care for. And that is something to be thankful for.