A new planter box was donated to the thrift store last week. My gardening coworker Jesse (below, right) wanted to claim it for store use.
"Let's do it," I said, and volunteered cat-sitting money to buy plants.
Staff and customer opinions were split between support and scoffery:
"It'll only get wrecked."
"Probably," I agreed. "But let's do it anyway."
The exec. director agreed, so we did.
Doesn't my hair here ^ look like I did it on purpose?
Marz describes my usual style of dressing as "'Film Director': film directors show up on set looking like they've gone into a Clothing Randomizer booth and pushed a button."
Stanley Kubrick directing Barry Lyndon:
Jesse put the planter on rollers, so we can wheel it in at night for safe keeping. Still, sure enough, on the second afternoon someone took away the three geranium plants.
Annoying, but I'd be more upset if someone vandalized the planter--tipped it over, say. (Yet to come, probably.)
The experiment continues: another coworker said she'd buy us replacement geraniums.
I figure we'll lose, but as I'm always saying at work, "We know how this story is going to end anyway." Like, you can't lose if you know you're going to lose?
Well, yeah, you can, but in this case, the stakes are low so I don't care.
I'm going to try stuff along the way. Like faffing my Minnesota books section, now I've made display space.
I retrieved a plastic bag full of sticks that the housewares sorter had thrown away--on the bag was written "Lake Superior Driftwood."
I put the smooth and strange sticks in a couple glass vases.
The puzzle ^ of the Jolly Green Giant, the Niblet King of Minnesota, was made in China, but the stuffed Kanga & Roo was made in the state.
Written in pencil on the back of the photo :
Papa, Mama, and Ruth, St. Croix [river], 1911
II. Frederic, Year Three
Back at home, I brought up the Frederic potatoes from where they'd wintered in the basement (in a paper bag) and planted them.
Remember Frederic, the potato that'd sprouted in the thrift store when pandemic & uprising closed store in 2020?
I planted it that summer, and again the next summer, and now there are
eleven Frederics.
One had grown around a toy lion that was in the paper bag with them, unknown to me.
She brought a trowel, but it was claimed by the doll Jayne, so the humans dug by hand.
III. Tribbleations & Movie Making
Our Marz is making plans for a new adventure.
Can I say what it is?
Mmmmm.... not yet.
But the girlettes are in on it and yesterday we went to the creek--their favorite spot--and elevated tribbles in prayer that the plans will come to fruition.
(Tribbles provided by bink. They're pussy willow puffs.)
I haven't made a live movie in... OMG, can it be since 2009?
Eek.
I'd been on a roll, making several little live-action films with bink--as Fly Off the Wall Films*.
But I'd gotten so downhearted after I made a hash of A Very Herring Christmas (though saved by bink's adept editing), I stopped.
(I still made Star Trek fan-vids.)
*Geez, where even are the films Fly Off the Wall made?
Oh, here: the best two--the 32-second Peeps Blow Up, and The Disinherited (A Comic Sci-Fi Western) (5 min.--are on Vimeo,
and the others--including my first movie, Orestes and the Fly--(A Tragicomedy with Tapdancing), are on youtube.
