Steve has given me an orchid before and I kept it alive for a while, but orchids have a reputation for being finicky. I don't turn on the exhaust fan when I shower so it will have 15 minutes of humidity. I water and fertilize it when I think about it, but not as much as suggested, and I even knocked it over a couple weeks ago, spilling bark pieces into the tub. Ugh.
But it must be somewhat happy because this is what greeted me last week:
It's not the long branches laden with dozens of blooms that I brought home from the greenhouse in February, but I'll take it. Maybe it's one of those plants that flowers when it thinks it's going to die, kind of like a last-ditch effort to procreate.