Tis the season…to weed. For gardeners, that is. Although anyone can partake of this tedious task. If you haven’t a patch of your own, I’m certain your neighbor would lend you hers…gladly. And if you’re an urbanite with no natural greenery in sight, there must be a little piece of square footage belonging to Mother Nature alongside the highway. Go borrow it for a minute or two…or however long it takes for you to vent your frustrations.
What’s that old saying? Busy hands…? I’ve never been very good at remembering how those go. I only know they’re true and have value, even today.
It’s been almost a month that I’ve had 2 men living under my roof from 8:30 a.m. until they decide to leave, which varies from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m. They’re hard-working, considerate, pleasant, and attractive to boot. “What more could a woman want?” you ask.
“I’d like my privacy and space back, that’s what!”
I can count on Sundays, but sometimes my temporary housemates show up on Saturday and put in a full day’s work. God bless them! They’re worth their weight in gold. Right now I’d gladly share my treasure…for some peace…and quiet.
Living in an organized mess is definitely not my idea of home. I can’t easily find something clean to wear since I’ve taken to stacking all my available clothes, and my husband’s, onto one chair in the bedroom we’re now occupying. It’s large enough for one person to move about, usually my daughter when she’s visiting us.
Being considerably wider than our ballerina offspring, my husband and I aren’t usually in the room together. Until we crawl into the double bed at night, that is. Then we try to lie as still as we can…a near impossibility.
Thankfully after 41 years of marriage, my husband and I still like each other. Love is a must entering into Holy Matrimony. But without “like” it’s almost certain that spouses would be picking up the pieces of their lives…after a divorce. Enduring a home renovation together can do wonders for bringing partners closer together. Or it can widen the chasm, given the opportunity.
“So what do weeds have to do with all this?”
When I need to get away from all the commotion happening inside my house, and the 3 men with whom I now live…weeding is a God-send. Yanking on those little suckers makes me feel in control again. And there’s no one to encroach upon my peace and quiet…my space.
So there I am…kneeling to weeds, while my domain is being usurped by trespassers. With my blessing, I might add.
…how ironic…since i asked for this…didn’t i?