In theory Elwha is not allowed on my desk. But you can see that I’ve given in and he can use my scarf for naps when I am not using it. Sol Duc very rarely gets on the kitchen table, but Elwha won’t stay off it, especially if we have visitors. He would like to lie in the middle of the table and be admired and patted by everyone all at once. Sol Duc stays on another floor often, but sometimes she decides a visitor is interesting and she shows up. Not on the table though.
I’ve given in on the desk. But NOT the kitchen table.
With Cee’s Flower of the Day on hiatus, I am casting around. Here, a weekly prompt: divorce.
My ex and I did a year of couples counseling and then another year of hammering out the details. I felt like a terrible failure and did simultaneous solo counseling to figure out why I was failing. It took me two years to make the decision and I was anxious the entire time. And then once I decided, the anxiety evaporated like morning mist.
One thing that I realized is that we each had a blind spot. I love working and am a hard worker and even to the point of working until I get sick. My ex did not want to work, partly because his father seemed to hate it so much. My ex was dedicated to doing something fun every day and that was a revelation to me: were we allowed to have fun? So it was all lots of fun for a decade. He was in charge of play: bicycling, swing dance, going to music, golf (golf did not take with me), tennis. I was in charge of work and practical things. This started to fall apart with kids, because I wanted to have fun with the kids and he said, “Kids aren’t fun.” As I moved into defining fun, he refused to move into work.
At some point during the prolonged divorce process, I realized that some of it was not about me at all. He knew at some level that he had to go work, because his son was reaching his teens. My ex looked at me one day and said, “I’m going to have to thank you for this, aren’t I?” “Damn straight,” I replied. I wished he could deal with the work thing in the marriage, but he couldn’t. He went off and went to nursing school and has an RN. I talked to him yesterday on the phone. He said, “I decided when I was young that I was going to do tons outdoors until I got old and then I would work. And look how it’s working out!” A little hard on me, I think. Meanwhile the kids got bored with the whole thing so they were reassured that it was not about them.
Anyhow, I think it was the right thing to do though difficult. During one argument my ex said, “I have avoided doing anything hard.” I was annoyed and said, “What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?” “Marry YOU.” That made me laugh: a perfect snappy comeback and probably true.
This is The Yes Yes Boys, doing Make it Easy. I bought the CD when they played live at the Upstage here. I love this song. It’s not on You tube, but you can download the music for free here: https://hobemianrecords.com/product/why-say-no/.
“If you still can’t make it easy, get you a job and go to work Don’t be hanging round here and there, miss your meals, wear a raggedy shirt Cause when you’re missing your meals and you’re missing your bed That’ll give you the pneumonia that will kill you dead If you can’t make it easy, get you a job and go to work“
The plaque for this pollinator, the yucca moth, says that it and the yucca plant have evolved to be dependent on each other. Dependent sounds a bit worrisome. If I reframe it as teamwork, all of a sudden it sounds much better! And this is intentional pollination, which the author says is rare.
This is from the Holiday Exhibit, complete with train, at the US Botanic Gardens.
Does dependent sound more worrisome than teamwork? If so, why?
This is Johnny Cash, a friend of mine. He has a feather stuck to his nose. He was being very patient while some work and activity was getting done. I don’t know where he found the feather.
Elkill I am filled with joy! It is still dark out, early I remember lighting a candle for you and putting it on the porch when we were friends and you would come over early
I loved those times
you were a wonderful friend
but now I know what I want
wanted from you
and from others
in the past
I want to be seen and loved
I want to be seen and loved
deeply
all of me
the dark parts too
all on me
and that is why
I could love you
and my patients
and even people who hurt me
because
most people are afraid to be seen seen and loved deeply the flaws, the sad parts, the broken bits all of it
Elkill I am filled with joy I know what I want I want to be seen and loved deeply
I do not think it will happen
on this earth with a human
though I am open, open
But the Beloved sees me
the Beloved sees me
deeply
and loves all of me
the flaws, the sad parts, the broken bits
all of me
Thank you for helping me see you for helping me see what I want
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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