An ice cube a week

Jan and I went to Beth’s yesterday to inspect her attic renovation and eat lunch.  The attic make over has been on her list for some time, but came together quite suddenly when the storage facility a mile away offered a free month.  I believe the plan was to transfer the contents of the attic to the storage unit over the last two weeks of December, enjoy a month’s free rent while the workers made the conversion, then bring all the stuff back again before February 1^st. 

Of course there were plan snags, but the attic will be quite a room when finished.  It will be a multi purpose room, office for her business, a sewing and craft area, and storage under the eaves.  I counted at least ten separate electrical outlets.  Good thinking.  Pot light holes in the ceiling flooded the room with daylight.  Three skylight holes mounted out on the back side of the roof funnel the light from right overhead through tubes.   She’s up to paint and trim; the big reveal is not too distant.

Over lunch I admired the orchid in the window. I thought orchids were a bit tichy, and asked Beth how she kept it looking so happy.  She said they require very little water, but do need it once a week.  They would gingerly take the plant from the window, put it in the sink, water sparingly, put it back.  Aside from the nuisance, she feared for the plant’s safety. 

Until she read some orchid advice.  They thrive on a teaspoon of water a week.  The amount in an ice cube.  So, it’s an ice cube a week for the orchid, which can sit undisturbed in the window and gracefully complement the pale lavender perfume dabber Grandma Cox gave me sixty or so years ago.