Another small elephant pile of pleasant tidbits

Be forewarned: this post is going to go all around the houses, through all the back alleys, round and round until it probably ends up nowhere. So if you value your time at all, hit the back button now!

Having said that, I plan to make this elephant pile have a little more depth to it than the other small elephant pile I wrote some time ago. (However, I’m pleased to see that after all this time, that post still has relevance in the world of today.)

Speaking of ‘the world of today’, one thing I did today was to renew my ‘personal plan’ with WordPress. For two years (because there’s a discount for that, and I’m a cheapskate). I did so because I hate adverts with a passion, so I wanted to ensure that you, Dear Reader, weren’t being subjected to any of these loathsome things when visiting ‘Wibble’. At least for a while. Don’t rush to thank me all at once.

Harking back to my post ‘How to ensure that your blog lives forever‘ from a couple of years back, I won’t be adding a domain name to the blog; it will remain addressable as I note in passing that ‘’, which I had for a year and then allowed to lapse, hasn’t been taken up by some pr0n hawkers after all; it’s simply currently unregistered. So, that’s good news.

As I think you may have possibly gathered by now, I’m struggling somewhat on the topic front. My epic ‘Adventures with a dumbphone‘ seems to have run its course… the only thing I can think of to add to that is to wibble on about my frustration with ‘tapping’ the screen only to have absolutely nothing happen, more often than not. And that’s just a one-liner, I’d have to go some to pad that out into another ‘adventure’.

Maybe I should go look at my drafts? I currently have no fewer than 63 draft posts, there must surely be something in there I could expand into something more entertaining than this drivel. I’ll do that. But in the meantime: here’s a picture of a bonzai apple tree I was tending, taken back in 2011:

A dead bonsai apple tree

Farewell, apple bonsai!

If you think it looks a tad dead, that’s because it is. It lasted about ten years. My nephew (bless his cotton socks), when he was about two, or maybe three, came to visit, and he ripped the poor tree out of its pot as he waddled by it. My brother did try to persuade him to ‘put the twig down’, but his pleas fell mostly on deaf ears. (I wonder whether my nephew recalls this incident? Probably not.) I repotted the poor wee thing, and for a while there it seemed to be doing ok. But a few years later, my late father (bless him) kept watering it. From the top. And although I don’t know much about bonsai trees, I know that if you water them from the top you tend to wash the soil off the roots. And that tends to be A Bad Thing. Anyway, so that’s why this tree didn’t survive.

Here’s a picture of it in 2007, when it was still in good spirits:

A non-dead apple bonsai

A thriving tree!

I don’t have any other pictures of it. I suppose, for posterity, I should have taken a photograph of the apple I took the pip from (it was a French Golden Delicious). But then, that would probably strain even my precarious grasp on reality.

I didn’t know where I was going when I started this, and I’m really no further along on determining where I’m heading. Perhaps I should just stop… what do you think?

About peNdantry

Phlyarologist (part-time) and pendant. Campaigner for action against anthropogenic global warming (AGW) and injustice in all its forms. Humanist, atheist, notoftenpist. Wannabe poet, writer and astronaut.
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