I stand charged with being "incomprehensible", "enigmatic" and "bored".
Bored I am not. I do miss my work-mates, yes, but have plenty to keep me occupied.
"But am I boring?" was my obvious response to that one.
"Not yet," came the reply.
We'll try to keep it that way...
 Enigmatic? Ah, I see: "those flowers and things". What secret messages? OK, I own up to that much, but as several poets had their "dark ladies", you know, thus is it here.
Finding the right plant for the moment, however, is an intriguing challenge which takes me to unusual places. Today I have two choices, but shall offer my wildcat the oddest: the balsam fir, from Canadian forest tree essences.
Indeed, I've already mentioned, en passant, 'New Millennium Flower Essences' and even one view of the "meaning of flowers"!
Henceforth, maybe I'll add the cryptic warning more often.
 I fear I can't cater for three and a half such different people without sometimes being incomprehensible. Sorry.
The best I can try is to balance the diet. She who might be interested by Brent Simmons' recent chat with O'Reilly or the great iTunes '4.1 patch' debate, row even, sparked by Cory at bOingbOing ("Apple force-feeds customers shit, calls it sunshine") sometimes has little in common with he who drops in for the factory gossip (or flak).
What gets left on the plate doesn't bother me in the least, and worse: I almost have the wherewithal to set about 'archetypes, part 2'. Not today, though.
When Marianne dropped in for a mid-week visit to her "ailing old man", now that was a real treat! Gosh, we even managed a film without undue interruptions from my insides. More on the movie later...
Meanwhile, now Marianne has gone to gird herself for a visit to the Opéra, lucky lass, I thank her for coming by way of a zoo card from Canoë.
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