Over a dozen years ago when the big reorganization of offices at my library started, a co-worker who had a lovely bank of windows gave his plants to people because he was being moved to the basement. He's still in the basement, and I visited with him and a couple of other friends yesterday. I reminded him about a cactus he gave me. It came home to live and has been here since. Repotted a couple of times, occasionally fertilized. I'm not particularly fond of it, but kept it going. I told him I'd bring it back. Since I'll be on campus again today I've boxed it to travel. He can take it to his house.

Yesterday when I arrived at the library the e-waste bin wasn't on the first floor (I thought it might have been moved up a floor because the basement access was blocked for construction this summer.) But after asking and looking, a former co-worker on the second floor and I found it - in the same place it always was, the basement stairwell outside the construction area. The building has one of those open stairs so we could look straight down to see it. It's just a silly story of spending time looking for something that was always in its original place.