Before even lifting a finger doing landscaping this year, by just touching my gloves from the fall... I have contracted poison ivory. Not 'ivy'... but ivory. (It can lie dormant up to 3 years whether the plant is dead or not). I have a habit of making up my own phrases and words or pronouncing things the way I want to... like instead of Forsythia... I say 'for Cynthia'... like it was for some girl. And instead of Pachysandra... I say 'Pat Cassandra'... again, another girl I think I went to middle school with. It gets boring when you are pulling weeds. Maybe it's the poison ivory that is making me crazy?
No comments:
Post a Comment