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Pleasantly Slow Morning

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I am surprisingly (to me anyway) fond of my orchids. In the past… ten or more years, my mother has amassed an enormous and absolutely gorgeous collection of orchids back home in Ghana, and so when I saw that Trader Joe’s sells them for a reasonable price of somewhere under $10, I decided I was going to start investing in my own collection. I got one, didn’t kill it immediately, then bought another which was on sale. And then I stopped, because I wasn’t sure if I’d be around over the summer and didn’t want to leave my roommate with a ton of plants to watch over. Anyway, I’ll be collecting again in a few months, but as is, I really like these two, and I’m so happy that they’re growing. The right most shoots of both plants are completely new. They started out as tiny buds in mid March and now they’re so big! I think I need to stake them to give them a bit of support. I hope they bloom, and I think they will. They’re not in perfect health (I let them get sunburned) but they’re healthy enough to have grown this much.

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I meant to take a picture of my breakfast, but forgot until it was all gone. I bought the place mat from Ikea since I eat at my desk fairly often and there’s something nice about simple rituals like eating on a colorful place mat. Breakfast this morning was a mug of tea and one and a half of my rolls, while reading a rather charming new blog called All Things ‘Zilla. The mug is one my boyfriend gave me about two or two and a half years ago, that I’m fond of yes, because he gave it to me, but also because I think it’s really pretty and it’s a reasonable size. I don’t pick things with this color scheme often, so it’s nice and unique.

Under my plate are notes I was taking while studying, which I think I need to get back to now. I have some catching up to do, and I also have a test for my little Emergency Medicine class which ends today. It doesn’t matter if I pass or not, but I really like the doctor who teaches it and I want her to think well of me, so I’m going to study for it this afternoon (test is at 3pm).

I really like this polaroid effect, by the way. I downloaded a new app for my phone called FX camera, and it has a polaroid mode, which makes these low quality photos so much more aesthetically pleasing.

Written by Aba

May 11, 2010 at 11:47 am

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Memories

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Many of my happiest memories are memories of quietly happy moments, of contentment. Some of them are more singular moments. I vividly recall sitting on my white, wicker armchair on the veranda of our house in Ghana, overlooking our front yard and the street as the sky pours heavy, rain forest storm rain, reading my big Famous Five (by Enid Blyton) hardcover book whose cover I eventually wore into tatters, a plate of peanut butter in my lap, which was draped with a crocheted blanket a co-worker of my mother’s had made for me when I was born. I was maybe eight or nine at the time, and I used to do this often, reading on the veranda, but that one specific time has stuck in my head.

And some of them are composites of so many other similar moments, like evenings spent with my mother. My father was often gone on business trips, and I used to move into my mother’s room when he was away. I have so many memories of making tea with her, or eating a light dinner with her, simple, one on one moments. I have very few distinct memories of what we talked about, though we did talk. I think there’s too many of these memories for the general collage to contain that kind of detail, but nothing is lost in the meaning, the core of mother-daughter bonding is still there. And this collage is a work in progress, with new memories added pretty much every time we see each other. We are both habitual tea drinkers, her more so than me (I get lazy about making tea), so it is almost a guarantee that at some point we will find ourselves together in the kitchen, sipping mugs of hot tea, no matter the weather.

Today was a good memory kind of day, curling up in the living room on a rainy afternoon with a mug of hot tea, one of my fresh baked sweet rolls that I made because I’ve been craving Ghanaian sugar bread for months now, reading a pretty good book (Water for Elephants). I’ve been working on prying myself away from my computer more often, reminding myself that I have a smart phone and I do not need to be near my laptop unless I am specifically doing something that I actually want to be doing instead of all the other wonderful things I could be doing. Today was also, as you might guess due to this post, a heavy reminiscing sort of day. Rainy days often remind me of that one afternoon on the veranda, and then my boyfriend called to let me know he’d found a new home for our armchair. A little more than two and a half years ago we bought an armchair for my dorm room, a nice big Ikea armchair big enough for the two of us to comfortably share (I’d been wanting one for a long time, due in no small part to fond memories of a green leather armchair I read in often as a child, head resting on one arm, legs dangling over the other). I had the chair for nearly two years, then he inherited it when I moved, and now it’s time for it to leave both of us. My favorite memory of it is probably this one I managed to fall asleep in his lap while he was reading. Though I wasn’t conscious for most of this memory, there was just something very pleasant and homey about it all.

I think the moral of this is that I need to make tea and read more often. I was a voracious reader as a child but I’ve tapered off significantly since then. I’m working on fixing that at the affordable price of generally pleasant walks to the library. Ah libraries. The school libraries were my favorite places in my schools in Ghana, and the librarians my favorite staff. I’ve also always loved American public libraries. Strangely, no fondness at all for my high school or college libraries.

And now I’m dragging myself back into bed, because it is past my bedtime.

Written by Aba

May 11, 2010 at 2:17 am

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