I realize I’ve left you, my faithful readership of 1.5, high and dry for days without one post about yet more flowers, so I thought I’d remedy the situation with these extreme mums, Hypoestes, and others going crazy in our front bed. Aren’t they shiny?
Now that I’ve got your attention (?), I went to my first cardiologist today. He was a nice Egyptian/Greek gentleman, which made me think of yummy [heart-healthy of course] food! As for the visit, blahblah boring medical blahblah. As the assistant girl and I agreed, life’s too short to give up things (such as pizza and beer) to prolong your existence another minute! I don’t take myself that seriously. Obsession with health and drugs is a slippery slope; I’ve seen where that goes, into a financial black hole and drug-induced stupor. My father died of heart failure; maybe that’s how I’ll go, who knows or cares? You gotta die of something. I just want my survivors to party on, with a proper playlist and a full bar. You know who you are. Not to be morbid. 😀
Oh, and keep the flowers growing in the ground, where they belong! (See above.)