Banana-fanana-fo-fanana, me, my, mo-manna.

I am happy to annouce that I only have 200 unread pages remaining in The Power of One. It's amazing how a little boy capable of such amazing feats never, ever suffers from a swollen ego. Sadly, my eye is still spasmodic in it's socket.

I surrendered Big Fat Fern into the care of Jean. She was taking a turn for the worst. Jean's confidence in nursing Big Fat back to health left me reassured. Big Fat needs to be repotted, since I broke the plastic hanging basket I brought her home in by way of backing over her with Sir Monty. Jean also told me that Big Fat was also in dire need of being divided. Apparently, there is such a thing as too much Fern. So, when Big Fat is halved, I suppose they will then need to be renamed as simply Fern and perhaps, Vern. I dunno.

Last week, I was considering naming the house. I generally call it "The Homestead", but I was thinking something more grand, like how plantations are named and such. I suppose "The Spartan House" would be appropiate. I remembered some white trash whe had suddenly come into some money, and built a real ugly but huge house they named "Grooveland". I still cringe at the sites and sounds of "Grooveland". There is nothing particularly groovy about it.