
Hmmm. I woke up about an hour ago (8:30 pm) and F was gone. He's still gone. Where could my ever-reliable, always-makes -sure-to-check-in, never-makes-me-wonder sweetheart be at this hour on a school night? Ok, well we don't go to school and he's currently unemployed and I work at home, but we're too boring for this.
Besides, he's liable to fall asleep in 30 minutes.
Tomorrow is my birthday and f isn't one to be conventional. Last year he got me an elephant that *pretend* lays fruit when I'm not around. Every once in a while, when I'm not looking, F will say, "You better check Nickolai, and there will be a newly-in-season piece of fruit. F thinks that fruit is the new flowers. He gets me flowers, too, but fruit really is much more environmentally responsible and just as pretty when you think about it. But a gal's gotta have flowers, too. F has got this one down. I get flowers about once a week. I have gotten many lemons, many apples, large and small, and once he gave me a baby peach that he stole from the neighbor. I get a lot of kumquats. F also gives me lots of lilies of all types, roses of all colors, Gerber daisies (his favorite flower) He claims he can smell all kinds of flowers that don't smell: like carnations and daisies.
So, I have this bizarre image stuck in my head of F stuck on the 5, holding up traffic, dragging a 200 pound watermelon behind his car.
Today we went to the Quail Botanical Gardens. I can't believe I've lived in San Diego this long and never been there. We saw one of the largest bamboo collections in the United States. That's right. Anyway, apparently this lady was a naturalist and she had this house with a couple of acres, so she cultivated gardens on it full of plants and flowers that grow in San Diego county (lots of desert-type stuff, but very pretty).
Then she donated the grounds to San Diego in 1957 and you can go look at all her plants there, still. You can even see her old house hidden among the brush and flowers.
Ok, no F. I guess I'll call him.
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