I've had this sad little plant since. . . 1991. It's a Plumeria; as in the beautiful and fragrant flower most frequently used by Hawaiians to make leis. (5 very symmetrical white petals, bright yellow centers)I bought it at the stock show here in Colorado right after I moved here from Maui. It was a stick in a baggy, with some volcanic rock/dirt thrown in. The first decade, it never had more than 2 leaves. More recently (this last decade) it was thriving. After a few years in the bathroom where we shower every day, and there is a sky light, it usually had 4 leaves. Thrilling as it was, I guess I've started to take it for granted. Maybe I was subconsciously wishing it ill since it never lived up to it's potential. At it's best, it was still a silly little stick, barely alive, with a few scrawny leaves.

Is it odd that I want to replant the now malformed stick in new soil, put it back in the bathroom/greenhouse for another decade, and see if it might just recover enough to have a couple of leaves again? I think I may have a "letting go" issue, how about you?
We also had a little Gillis Clan get together, and Caitlin has already sold many many boxes of girl scout cookies.

(We started Friday.) Now I'm trying to catch up on my studying, this class is gonna be HARD! No papers, no presentations, no b.s. - just a TON of reading.