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This evening (after prepping a ham, running three miles, putting in a solid day's work, and attending a practice job talk--yes, I DO have enough to do), I went out to Home Depot.

My reason was to acquire a liner pot for the large copper plant trough that someone or other gave us as a wedding present. In it, I wished to transplant the ginger plant that I rescued from Recycling (long story, with some friends of sovay's providing my initial inspiration), and that had grown enough to distend its pot within about a month. It was now looking distinctly unhappy--hopefully in the new pot it will do better. For I did indeed get a new pot. The BAD news is that, on returning home, I discovered that it was too big for the copper trough thing.

I now know a little of how osirisbrisbane felt after buying his house.


Meantime, all you people who said I ought to write more: I’ve come up with a place and a perfectly good sub-plot, but can’t come up with a plot! So somebody throw me a situation! Appropriate to a mountainous border region in the 18th c.; may NOT involve time travel!