Things That Don’t Get Better

Things That Don’t Get Better When I woke up this morning I was thinking of things that don’t make sense or more specifically things that get worse not better. Take the pot plant on my balcony. When my son brought it home from where it had been abandoned at our recycling station it was limp, yellowish, dying, almost dead. All the leaves fell off the following day and it became a tall, gaunt, reminder that all things shall pass. But we gave it a bigger pot, gave it more soil, some water, exhorted it to get with the program, and . . . → Read More: Things That Don’t Get Better