Some of the seeds I've planted have sprouted (not the kumquats), probably grapefruit.
Meanwhile, a dear friend, Jane Crone, has obtained a Prickly Ash (Zanthoxylum fagara) for me that I need to figure out how to get to Alpine from where she lives 6 hours away. I'm so excited about it.
Today I had to drive to Odessa to the dentist. Here's how the conversation started after I got into the dentist chair.
Dr: What can I do for you today?
Me: My [implant] bar broke.
Dr: No they can't break. It's not possible. In my 20 years of putting them in, I've never seen one break.
Me: But remember, I told you once that I'm under a dental curse.
Dr (after looking into my mouth): You're not under a dental curse, you are a dental curse.
I swear, I'm not making that up. He called the lab and they're footing the bill for a new bar. But it means starting all over with endless trips to Odessa, fittings and adjustments. I try to accept what I can't change, but it's not easy. I've had the implants less than a year.