Rusty Glass

thewholeruth rusty glass

Shane said, “How strange that glass can sit in water and not rust.”

Which made me think… Yeah! How strange. And metal makes up swords and is considered much stronger than glass, but water does nothing to glass and eats away at metal.

I hope to be more like glass than metal. To be too fierce or stuck in my ways, to never bend and not have balance as a result of it, is to be like metal. I may be able to “handle” large problems through panic, pushing them away, or fighting through them. But the simple flow of small hardships, ones that come consistently with life, would corrode me.

I wouldn’t deal, or wouldn’t know how to deal, with them. It may be scary to think that I need to treat myself more delicately in times of great stress, or set up my life so that I come into great stress less often. But to accept that I am vulnerable, to let myself shatter when stress happens, is to accept the reality of being a healthy human.

Heat applied to glass can melt it back to its old form. Being warm and loving with myself after I shatter can do the same. If metal breaks, heat can heal it too. But it will still rust in water. And glass doesn’t have to worry about that.

I Tried to Kill Fat Bastard

Well, I didn’t TRY. On purpose. But I sure made an attempt. What I was trying to do was save him! He got too fat for his glass:

Fat Bastard Avocado in a little glass
Fat Bastard in a Little Glass

But he kept eating! So he literally was stuck in the glass. I couldn’t get him out! He fit fine in June, when he grew a root. Here he is on August 19th, 2013:

See how he’s squeezing into this dress?

It was like Winnie the Pooh getting stuck in the mouth of that cave. I heaved and pulled and asked nicely, but Fatty couldn’t budge. It took me a month and a week to work up the courage to crack the glass. Continue reading “I Tried to Kill Fat Bastard”

Wilbur’s 83rd Day Birthday

You can click the first photo for a slideshow with a little story of Wilbur’s journey. Click only if you feel like it. No worries, either way.

Have an avocado baby

What I’ve learned so far about starting avocados from seed: Stab with toothpicks, stick in water, & love. Just like it happens in nature… 


Avocado Baby 3.9.13

This is Wilbur. He’s my little bacon avocado. I’m excited that he’s inspired some friends to make their own avocado babies. And other friends across the country literally got their avocado seeds the same day I posted his first picture, with the intention to plant their own trees, before even seeing him! Avocados are great and they’re making our minds think alike! Creepy…

Thought I’d share what I’ve learned so far on how to grow your own avocado trees from seed. Continue reading “Have an avocado baby”

Why can I buy avocados?

So I’m hoarding avocados now. It’s really fun. I feel like I get all the beneficial feelings of being a crazy cat lady, without the pre-packaged judgement 🙂 But give it time, the world will soon have a new breed of stereotype: The Hoarding Avocado Woman.

This morning, while cleaning the kitchen, I looked at my pile of four avocado seeds sitting in a puddle of water on the back edge of the sink. I leave them there as a visual to-do list and because this is the best thing I’ve thought of so far to keep them alive until I can plant them. The water from washing dishes each day splashes on them and kinda forms a little life-nest beneath them, giving me the time to come up with another glass jar somehow.

Everything in the store in a glass jar has a new meaning to me. I want to crouch down and surprise-leap onto my prey in Trader Joes, and flailingly leave it’s contents strewn wherever just get to it’s magnificant glass hide and display it with pride along my window sill. Continue reading “Why can I buy avocados?”