Pitiful, Trivial, Self-Centred Whining

Here’s the view from my desk. Because I’m a know-nothing photographer, you can’t get a sense of how gorgeous the view out my window is, because everything outside is bleached out while everything inside is too dark.

But trust me, it’s beautiful. All I have to do is turn my head and my eyeballs get a face-full of pretty outsideness.¬†Alas, something long-dreaded happened today that marks the beginning of the end for my lovely, scenic vista.

Namely, this:

Woe is me, about to lose a quarter of my lovely patch of sky to which I have unjustifiably come to feel entitled to. It is a sad, sad, sad day for me. Sniffle.

You know who I really feel bad for? Our office plants. That’s who. They’re the real losers here. Poor jade plants. Poor whatever those other plants are. Darn you Hill Tower three! Darn you, I say!

Author: Stephen Whitworth

Prairie Dog editor Stephen Whitworth was carried to Regina in a swarm of bees.

5 thoughts on “Pitiful, Trivial, Self-Centred Whining”

  1. Barb: really????? Aha. That explains why the one in the corner grows faster than the one in the sunlight.

  2. Yup, really. In direct sunlight,after a time their leaves turn reddish-purple at the edges and they don’t grow as well.

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