Every week–make that every day–holds challenges. Unless you somehow manage to keep your base of operation really, really close to home, it takes a little extra reserve just to get by. I don’t think my expectations include being trouble-free. But when things get odd, that’s when I take particular notice!
Every evening I go through the garden and have a little pep talk with the vegetables. It’s also how I make sure everyone is doing well. A few transplants went into pots–there wasn’t room in the garden and I didn’t have the heart to throw them out. I was finishing some watering when I did a double-take at one of the potted tomato plants. The day before it looked beautiful– full of nice green tomatoes and the healthiest of stems with abundant flowers. But now it was obviously sick!
After a few minutes, and I mean it took a little time, my eye adjusted to the camouflage of multiple horned tomato worms. In one 24 hour period these green meanies had all but decimated the plant, leaving behind half-eaten green tomatoes and a huge loss of previously leafy green. Tomato worms aren’t rare, but I’ve never had such an infestation on one plant.
Well, you can’t have an organic garden and expect to survive without losses. It was just disappointing. I’d show you pictures of the worms, but you see, I can’t get the photo off the camera…I don’t know why! But stay with me here…
Another day I showed up for an appointment to be told there had been an unfortunate double booking. Come back in a few minutes. Not thrilled, but I took the extra time to go to the store next door. Leaving the grocery store the wheel on the cart hit a six-inch shift in concrete stopping the cart so abruptly that I careened into it and fell to the ground in a very un-Olympic-like dismount. I would have preferred to slowly make my way to the car and escape, but I did attract attention.
Still thinking about my narrow escape I was almost to the car when I heard a man yelling THE “B” WORD with a few accompanying other words I won’t use here. I was mostly lost in my own thought so it took me a moment to realize the tirade was directed towards me. My still shaky brain wasn’t registering any particular reaction until he came closer to me and seemed threatening. I then realized that he was obviously suffering from some form of mental illness and I just did my best to quickly get to the car to avoid any further contact. I shakily made my way to the original appointment!
When the weather abruptly changed to light rain with extreme humidity (by Southern California standards), I employed the shorthand Jay and I use between us when we have a number of Twilight Zone encounters…Sunspots! Intense magnetic activity must be responsible for also causing our modem to do some odd dance with spotty connectivity. And then there were the power outages…I think magnetic pressure was causing some kind of metaphysical chaos! And I didn’t previously mention how while handing Pinky the bunny to one of the girls she “spooked” and tore up my hands in Freddy Krueger-like slashes. That gravitational pull caused a normally very docile pet to go wild on me.
As we neared the end of this week all I could think about was the weekend and hoping to stay very close to home. I finally sat down tonight and thought I’d give myself a little time with getting caught up on some blogs…I’ve had only minimal contact this odd week! I opened my Spam folder and enjoyed a hearty chuckle!
My weary brain perked up when I read the nicest, most complimentary Spam message I’ve ever received.
Let me tell you what “American Airways” had to say:
“As a result of browsing throughout the online world and coming across techniques which are not productive, I assumed my entire life was done. Being alive minus the strategies to the problems you have sorted out by way of your good short article is crucial. Your own capability and kindness in maneuvering all things was helpful. I am not sure what I would’ve done if I hadn’t encountered such a subject like this. I can also at this point look forward to my future.”
At the end of a tough week, it’s good to feel appreciated isn’t it? Sunspots I tell you!
I’ll end my week sharing a tune I’ve been humming for a couple of days. I have no conscious memory of ever seeing this television show, but I somehow I know the theme song. That Was The Week That Was, also called TW3, was a satirical political comedy airing on BBC Television in the early 1960s. I would have been about ten years old and I had no access to British television. The show did migrate to the U.S. at some point, and although I don’t remember watching it, perhaps I did!
If you want a glimpse of some funny banter back and forth making good fun of both American and British early 1960s politics, do take a moment to watch. I suspect this show was an early forerunner for the likes of Jon Stewart and Saturday Night Live.
I’m finally beginning my exhale…and turning the page quickly on That Was My Week That Was! I will revive quickly now that I’m home!
Finally breathing lighter…Debra