Things Fall Apart

It is SO HARD to keep ahead of life's inevitable decay. It seems like every day I am confronted with yet another trivial piece of wear-and-tear that requires my attention: a burnt out lightbulb, a dirty litterbox, a full garbage can, a dirty tub, a carpet covered with lint and shucked-off cat claws.

It occurred to me recently that, with the exception of the spontaneously-generating sowbugs in my basement, stuff is falling apart around me all the time. Only by expending our carefully-conserved energy can we keep ahead of the rot. No wonder I get exhausted! No wonder I'm discouraged! No wonder I can't play "Dwarf Fortress" all day!

I manage to ignore this "everyday decay" until my environment becomes unlivable, or until I need to do laundry. Then I go into a flurry of superficial cleaning: empty the garbages, collect the recycling, pay the bills, move a pile of useless junk from the center of the room to the corner that I reserve specifically for the storage of useless junk.

When I'm done I feel vibrant and alive and capable! Then I feel like I deserve a treat, and-how! Minutes later -- with the surface barely scratched -- I'm watching a movie while things fall apart around me again. The dust collects, the pop cans pile up, the plants die.

EPITAPH:

Ronnie O'Vera, you were a good cactus, and the only plant that thrived under my care. I don't know why you finally died -- the long winter, the botched re-potting, the bugs that arrived with that other plant my mom bought me -- but when I pulled your hard, curled-up carcass out of the dirt I felt a tiny twinge of remorse.

I didn't love you, but I'll miss you. Rest in landfill.

Ronnie Update

I forgot to mention that Ronnie O'Vera got a new pot.

Ronnie O'Vera, My New Roommate

This weekend Vanilla bought me a new roommate, and my only hope is that I don't kill her. She's already fallen off a window ledge. Her name is Ronnie O'Vera.

I've actually never had a plant before. I've always lived in cramped, messy places with no airflow or direct sunlight. My current appartment gets about three hours of intense sun a day so I hope Ronnie's okay with that.

If she thrives then I'll be very happy and will think that I'm more responsible than I thought I was. If she dies then I can only conclude that I'd make a really rotten parent. She only requires the basic things that I should be able to do every day: water her (how much and when I don't know yet), stick some minerals in her soil, make sure she doesn't fall again.

It's not like I need to change diapers. But Ronnie is unmistakably alive (so far) and the only living things I like to kill are centipedes and earwigs, and spiders if they spin their webs near the toilet.

Any advice about the care of Aloe Vera is much appreciated!