Wednesday, December 27, 2006
The Usual Suspect
This morning, we woke up to this mess.Haven't touched it yet.
Need to wait until the investigation is over.
The only witness, so it seems, was the leaf on the right (now under WPP), a neighbor of the victim.
Mr. L (that's how we shall call it, for identity concealing) was watching the whole time, unable to help or lend a stem, other than keeping the victim company until the bitter end.
When we arrived at the scene, Mr. L . just looked at us, obviously under acute shock, its eyes full of expression and self-afflicted remorse.
.
I suddenly recalled hearing a serious thump at 2:37am.
And, looking closely, that the pattern created by the white surrounding line undoubtedly points at a certain emblem.
All this has led to the suspicion that it was the long hand of the pot-mafia.
Perhaps a matter of unsettled debt, some unpaid grass-money or fertilizer dispute, y'know, the usual stuff at this time of year.
Or simply a passion crime, involving family honor. The victim (RIP), with its fancy sweet-scented purple flowers, has caused many a blossom to turn their petals after it. You never know, when it comes to potted flowers.
Whatever the reason may be - we thought it would make a very good story.
But, when Mr. L. recovered and got back to its senses, assisted by a large glass of scotch, it told us of the tragedy, breaking into tears now and then. Being of a Bird of Paradise descent, it's extremely reliable, even if a bit emotional and very much in touch with its inner whatever.
Apparently - no real juicy story here.
It was the wind, ya see.
Living in the one-story-houses suburbia of the valley, with the alleged mild weather of mid-northern California, one would expect weather conditions that justify the insane taxes and cost of living.
Well, not quite...
It's been windy here in the past several days.
Very windy.
In the light of Blueberry's post from today, I find myself pondering:
Might this be caused by the effects of the Brussels sprouts we've had for Christmas Eve dinner?
(Oh indeed... , good taste, daintiness and sheer grace, this is what this blog is always about).
The JohnnyB is taking the week off, and so far, the weather really does not provide a lot of incentive to go out and play. Yesterday, despite the crazy winds and rain, we decided we just have to get out of the house and wander about.
Got to a nursery, and under pouring freezing rain looked for a plant for his new big cubicle that has a big window and great light. Haven't seen it yet - it's all a rumor, a hearsay.
Anyway - the cashier looked at us as if we have lost our minds... there we were, wet and cold and soggy, buying plants?
Yes!
"No rain nor wind shall break our spirits!", we announced, making our way in knee-deep puddles to the warm, dry car.
On the other hand... today we stayed at home, still munching on the Christmas meal leftovers (I think I shall never let a peace of smoked turkey pass the gates of my mouth ever again!).
It was sunny outside, but we are not that easily misled.
Not again.
Not us.
So we stayed in, watching the pots fly by, and mourning the plants whose delicate branches got broken and crushed by the cruel winds.
And so, loyal patient readers, who made it so far... when you stay at home, there's really not much fascinating stuff you can share with the world, except for how we are tending to our broken pots and mending bruised plants.
And this post is the ultimate proof.
# posted by Nava @ 4:38 PM 
Comments:
I can't believe you go through the whole blog, and don't even mention who the usual suspects are.
It's the ants. I believe they had established a secondary colony in this plant, in the warm, wonderful days of summer. Not knowing that in the winter, despite being Sunnyvale, it would get soooooooooo-cold.
So - the ants have to quickly relocate from this remote location, back underground. Where all good Democrat Bugs should be. Now - what's the fastest way down? Laying down the scent trail, organizing all the troops? Nah - much faster to just have a big Ant party, get all the ants to jump up and down until the pot falls, right above the entrance to the main colony.
It has nothing to do with JohnnyB not liking this plant. I was not up sleep walking last night. I did not get back into bed @ 2:36am, and put my cold feet next to you. I deny all these rumors.
That's my comment, and I'm sticking to it.
RAmen
Yeah, well... new evidence might still be found. Traces of DNA and all that.
Jumping ants, Eh?
Forgot to take the red pills today, yet again?
Aha! What you've got is a breaking wind!!
However, that chalk outline looks like the plant shaped itself like a shaggy dog after it fell, and the bushy-haired stranger is the most common usual suspect.
So... it's a breaking wind blaming itself on a dog.
Doesn't anyone think it is suspicious that the plant happended to fall on a chalk outline and fill it so accurately?
# posted by 
: 12/28/2006 6:51 AM
I say it's def. JohnnyB.
See his very own quote;
It has nothing to do with JohnnyB not liking this plant. I was not sleep walking last night.
The rumors are true!
GUILTY!
# posted by : 12/28/2006 7:19 AM
MB, should have thought of that before I threw the goods into the recycling, Eh?
Blueberry, The "bushy-haired stranger" had a haircut yesterday. I guess we have lost some evidence right there.
To "me", the ghost commenter, not a coincidence at all. Things are very neat and precise here, and everything falls into place!
And, Rhonda: wait, WAIT! Before y'all go lynching The JohnnyB - hey, we have justice in this country (so they said in the INS, at least...).
I think a lawyer is in need here.
Justice in the USA under George W? That's an interesting thought. I hope that plant had nothing to do with National Security, otherwise I'm a goner.
Especially you, being the non-republican, non-religious, non-PC person that you are.
I think it's a conspiracy!
You were born in the wrong age. You should have been born in the time of Dickens when they could go on for 6 pages about a cricket chirp. This is a compliment, not a complaint.
Flimsy Sanity: Oh, trust me!
I could go on and on about a cricket chirp.
about anything, really.
Runs in my family.
It's a gift - and a curse...
The JohnnyB and I are fluttering our eye-lashes in humble gratefulness to you and MB. :-)
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It's the ants. I believe they had established a secondary colony in this plant, in the warm, wonderful days of summer. Not knowing that in the winter, despite being Sunnyvale, it would get soooooooooo-cold.
So - the ants have to quickly relocate from this remote location, back underground. Where all good Democrat Bugs should be. Now - what's the fastest way down? Laying down the scent trail, organizing all the troops? Nah - much faster to just have a big Ant party, get all the ants to jump up and down until the pot falls, right above the entrance to the main colony.
It has nothing to do with JohnnyB not liking this plant. I was not up sleep walking last night. I did not get back into bed @ 2:36am, and put my cold feet next to you. I deny all these rumors.
That's my comment, and I'm sticking to it.
RAmen
Jumping ants, Eh?
Forgot to take the red pills today, yet again?
However, that chalk outline looks like the plant shaped itself like a shaggy dog after it fell, and the bushy-haired stranger is the most common usual suspect.
So... it's a breaking wind blaming itself on a dog.
# posted by : 12/28/2006 6:51 AM
: 12/28/2006 6:51 AM See his very own quote;
It has nothing to do with JohnnyB not liking this plant. I was not sleep walking last night.
The rumors are true!
GUILTY!
# posted by : 12/28/2006 7:19 AM
: 12/28/2006 7:19 AM Blueberry, The "bushy-haired stranger" had a haircut yesterday. I guess we have lost some evidence right there.
To "me", the ghost commenter, not a coincidence at all. Things are very neat and precise here, and everything falls into place!
And, Rhonda: wait, WAIT! Before y'all go lynching The JohnnyB - hey, we have justice in this country (so they said in the INS, at least...).
I think a lawyer is in need here.
I think it's a conspiracy!
I could go on and on about a cricket chirp.
about anything, really.
Runs in my family.
It's a gift - and a curse...
The JohnnyB and I are fluttering our eye-lashes in humble gratefulness to you and MB. :-)
