I don't remember when it was. Sometime in the 80s probably, but Energizer or someone made rechargeable batteries. (I have misspelled rechargeable twice now, btw.)
And I don't know if this is science or if I just half-listened to my dad explain how they work because he tried to give a lesson in boring shit to his already disinterested tween daughter right in the middle of my Barbie time. Silly parents. (Love you, dad!) But didn't you have to sometimes run them completely down before recharging them or else they wouldn't "refill" properly? Or something like that... Put them in the freezer? Zap them with a taser? Am I just making this completely up or were they really like that? Remember there was a plastic recharger/holder that was too hideous for the kitchen wall but you knew if you put it in the garage, the Y chromosome holders in the house would lose them within a week. If you upgraded to the deluxe model, you got a multi-size holder/recharger so you could put the flashlight batteries and the remote batters in the same fugly case.
In a weird, hazy way, those batteries remind me of the plants you srsly can't kill. Not a cactus. The vine-y ones with the green and white speckled leaves that ALL of your aunties have in their houses (you know they do, don't lie). Those goofy plants get all droopy and sad; you pretend not to notice for a day or so. Finally you break down and water it. A couple hours later, the near-dead plant looks perky and green. Why do they do that? HOW do they do that? Is it a testament to the plant's physiology (do plants have that or is it some other science word) or is there a happy accident resulting from my bad slacker plant-keeping habits?
For real, I don't mean to neglect my plants but the ones I have at home are hanging plants and it's hard for me to reach them. Mr. Buffie will water them for me but you try to catch him when he's not busy. Human tornado. It's nuts.
Uhhh. Oh, a point. Yes. That.
So maybe insomnia is like those batteries or that plant and I have to just get a gnarly case of it on a regular basis so I can properly recharge my physical and mental batteries or am I only avoiding root rot because my dizzy cow of an owner (that would be me) forgets to give me water at least once a month?
Or perhaps the universe is really pissed at me for tuning out my dad and unintentionally abusing my plant.
