gardening on cement in the sky

i have continued to strive for oblivion this past week through, especially, the ongoing revamp of "old buildings" — nine are done, a tenth almost, with nice hard copy and semi-adequate web presentation for all, including the one about the tara movie set, the remains of which are about to be auctioned off by the talmadges — still every time i look at the goddamn things i see another issue — done a little nps database stuff, too, but that'll be over in two weeks — satisfying work all in all — if i just weren't in trumpistan. . . .

then angela comes along and criticizes the empty spaces in my orchid garden, created in large part when i finally gave up on the zygopetalum and thrust it into the dumpster — so i was forced to climb into the car, go fill it up with gasoline, and then drive 35 or so miles each way, nearly to hickory flat, wherever that is, to visit peach state orchids, the only major source for orchids in the metro area — i found a swell little zygopetalum as well as a chocolate oncidium with three flower spikes ready to go and a little yellow cattleya, not yet budded up — specimens of each of these i have already killed — they can only tolerate so much (the succulents love the environment on the thirteenth floor), and they die — but then that's why god made peach state orchids . . . .