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Where We Tend A Rose A Thistle Cannot Grow

Leonard Louis Levinson once was quoted as stating, “A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them.”

The Secret GardenPeople are always telling me how difficult single motherhood is, but for some reason I don’t hear them.

When I first moved to this tiny place Brian and I now call home I was determined to create a magical space, a sanctuary from the outside world.  We used to read, The Secret Garden and I wanted to create some of the same magic here in our little home.

After my divorce it seemed as if we were starting at less than zero.  All I had was my love of Brian, some ideas and my love of music.  There was no cable television – no couch – I had given up many things.  I was determined to create a different life.  Within the empty spaces which occupied our new walls, I began to paint and redecorate while listening to grand musical classics.

Inch by inch our new home began to take on a character and life of its own.  From the lush outdoor gardens that spring forth new life to our ‘wall of wishes’ which hang as our favorite story over the new couch – each a tribute to how far we’ve come.  Has it been easy?  I suppose not, but I loved every minute.  I am free, free to create whatever future I can imagine and hold on to.  Have I been frightened?  Oh hell yeah, many times.

Everyday I can always find something to laugh at, or be grateful for.  It is difficult for me to understand people who must always look for the bad in life – to always be upset about something – or mad at someone – or play the victim.  They are tiring people to be around.  I can only get on my own pity train just long enough to eat some dark chocolate, then I am done.

I see the hope and possibilities and refuse to give up on my dreams.  Each new day brings with it the promise for a new bloom where you are plantedlife.  Sometimes you just walk around a corner and suddenly everything changes.

I refuse to settle for mediocrity.  Just as my gardens spring forth new life, the seeds I am planting for my life will bring forth new magic in the years to come – just as long as I don’t give up.

Especially on those days where that cat has thrown up on Brian’s backpack and he’s stepped in dog crap outside on the way to the car…in his brand new shoes.

Just remember – “Where, you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.” (Frances Hodgson Burnett The Secret Garden)

Until next time-

C

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Hey Big Boy What Scent Are You

It is Friday once again. I think we survived that whole Spring Forward time thing. Isn’t it just as fun as a root canal to get kids to adjust to an hour earlier bedtime?

Wednesday my left rear brake light went out.

I love my married girl friends solutions to life’s problems, “Come over, have snack, drink wine and we’ll fix your light dream guytogether.” I really thought this meant “come over and my husband will fix it while we drink wine.”

I arrive as this friend opens her front door with a screwdriver in one hand and a cigarette in another.

Apparently there is no wine yet because we need to focus.  She leads me off the porch to the rear of my truck. Within 2 minutes we have the rear light cover off and have pulled the blown bulb out. If you ask why it took two of us to do this – it is the same reason why we women go to the bathroom in pairs.

Where is her husband?

Away we go in her little motorcar to the auto parts store with said bulb in my make up bag. I feel this triumphant pride as I stand waiting at the counter – as if I am achieving some senior level male honor because I am a female doing this. The one thing about auto part stores is there just isn’t much for princesses to window shop while waiting.

We proceed to do what all us women do when forced to wait in an auto store – glance at car fresheners and steering wheel covers.

Finally it is my turn and I proudly hand over the bulb – after almost handing him my red lipstick. Quite proudly, I rattle off the year, make and model of my truck, because I have always heard guys hate it when we don’t know that. Right – like you men know exactly how many kitchen plates you have. I have 10 thank you.

The guy looks at the bulb, and looks at me rather funny. I expect him to open some book and look up a part number, then start skimming shelves in back for just the right part. No, he walks from behind the counter, out into the store to a light bulb section, leans over, matches the bulb by sight and hands me a new bulb packet.

Ummmm I could have done that – if they were positioned near the car fresheners and steering wheel covers

I walk over to my friend who is now commenting on the type of man that would go with the car fresheners. OK this is what boredom and no shoe department can do to some of us.

Like Vanna White, she proceeds with -

Here you have the pine tree for that outdoor-I-like-to-camp guy or is he the let’s-save-the-earth-and-live-on-sex guy. Over here you have the new car smell for salesman-guy, who likes to pretend everything is newer than it is. Or the religious one here for either recovering-addict-guy or driving-his-mom’s-car-while-still-living-at-home guy.

I started thinking that maybe I could have saved myself a lot of dating troubles if I had just looked at a mans car freshener. It might have said so much about him.

Like that robot in Lost In Space yelling Danger Danger.

But what would my dream mans scent be? Ocean-breeze-let’s-go-to-Carmel guy? First-Class-Round-trip-Hawaii guy? Levis-wind in-hair-no-shirt guy? As-you-wish-dear-smells-like-soap-with-dark-brown- eyes-bedroom-look guy?

We have to get out of this place.

I replace the light with great success.  This was such hard work we really needed to go in her house, sit down and drink some good wine.  It’s at this point in the story when her husband finally makes his appearance by entering her kitchen saying, “Well where have you ladies been?”

Oh he’s definitely Whew-I-brilliantly-managed-to-steer-clear-of-having-to-do-that! car freshener scent guy.

Until next time -

C

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