[Praxis by Steve]

This may be the longest task of all time.

It all started in April of 2008, when Kristin and I first started tasking. Since that time, I have proposed to her, we've gotten married, and tomorrow, Kristin is going to give birth to Atlas, our son.

So this seemed like a fitting time to wrap up this task.

The Potted Plant Distribution task seemed simple enough, especially since I was a newly-beginning sf0 member. I convinced Kristin that we needed to buy a plant.



We were so proud of our little plant that we put it in the back window of her Volvo. At the time, it seemed like a good idea.



We did some shopping and left the plant in the car... for several days. One day, I get into the car and say, "Something smells like cooking spinach..." And, much to my dismay, I discover our little plant has been brutalized by the rays of an unforgiving sun.



We take mercy on him. "You'll be just fine, little guy" I tell him.



We then began the long process of nursing him back to health. For a while, he spent time in the company of our other plants. We soon found, however, that neither of us possesses the long-sought "green thumb" and as such, none of our plants fared so well. That is not to say that we did not try, however.



In June, I gave our plants fresh (organic) soil and some rocks for the bottom of the pot to allow water to drain out properly. I loved that plant. However, plant-love can be fickle. When I started college in August, the plant was no longer my highest priority.



Kristin moved in with me, and the plant came with, in September. However, we did not have the time needed to properly care for the plant. We did our best, however, to make sure that he got the needed sunlight and water. Unfortunately, we rarely walked him. He stayed on my desk until we moved next May at the beginning of the summer break.



The plant seemed stable until we moved to a larger apartment and... SABOTAGE! Kristin knocked the plant out of his perch, precariously balanced on a narrow windowsill.



There was little hope for his survival.

The plant rested for a while on our hutch, until I did what needed to be done: the plant had to go. I don't want a decaying plant in the house with our baby! In any case, I did distribute the plant, finally, just today (July 23). And he went to a place that much needed the kind of warmth and softness that only mother nature can provide: the stinky dumpster behind my apartment.



It wasn't supposed to be like this, you know. These things happen. Before you judge me, consider: could you have done any better? The answer is probably yes. But I'm not a monster.

I'm just not good with plants.