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I have a strained relationship with my father. This is no secret. It’s been full of ups and downs. I’ve lately been trying to figure out why a certain event caused a brand new schism in our relationship. Last night Bear told me that he’s glad we only have a week left until my mom comes to visit. Don’t get me wrong, Bear loves me and his momma with a special amount of fierceness, but he likes my mom and he never is unhappy about her visiting. I also realized that for all my brother and Bear don’t talk a whole lot, they both think it’s cool when they do have something to talk about and they do have the opportunity to hang out. I also have always known that Bear and Linda share a special kind of love for each other. Bear spends an inordinate amount of time fretting over her and 90% of the time that she spends thinking about him, she’s thinking about making him blush. None of these people initially liked/loved/appreciated each other. I think, especially in the case of my mom and Bear, that some thought I was cracked for loving the others as much as I do. My brother thinks my mom actually disliked Bear more than she ever let on. And then it hit me. I deeply appreciate it when people who love and respect me, respect my choices in life and appreciate that if I love someone, there’s something in them to love. It’s a special kinda gravy and chocolate that they all have found their ways to love each other, but at least in the beginning, they respected my love. I have realized that one of the things I need in life is respect. Clearly one of the first things that makes me think you lack respect for me is to rip apart the people I love. I’m not the wisest person, but I’ve been through enough crap to see people for who they are. I think we’ve had 2 days of sun since we moved into the house. Considering that Bear and I have adjustment issues, the lack of sunlight is not helpful at all. (We also traded in our car for a new one with cargo space. Bear named her Victoria. It fits.) Since I don’t have pictures of the last week of rain/snow/hail, I’ll show you pictures that we took almost exactly two weeks ago. That’s our backyard in the morning. That’s not how it looks this morning because this morning while we did have some snow, it’s been more of the rain/snow/hail variety and it’s been warmer (45 degrees right now). There’s dirt and plants and rocks and leaves from 4-5 months ago. Amazingly similar though is the lack of sunlight and the general gloominess. This was in the evening. I think we had about 10″ of snow in our front yard. We shoveled the front walkway and a decent chunk of the driveway. (Those are Bear’s footprints btw. He was carrying something from the car and getting the shovel.) Also, to end this on a note that isn’t sharing the gloom that has been over New England the last two weeks, I’m going to show you the results of Bear’s paranoia coupled with my determination. This is what happens when I am determined to go up into the attic and Bear has worked himself into an honest to goodness tizzy about insulation and asbestos. Our house was built in ‘55 and has had renovations done since then. Plenty of people have clearly been up in that attic. I told Bear not to worry about the asbestos and that I was going up in that attic. I do have to say, at least I wasn’t itchy from the insulation afterwards. I wasn’t going to do this, but look at this saucy girl!! Bear has the best ideas. Last night I lit a fire in our new fireplace. Well. It’s not new to the house, but it’s a new house with a fireplace. Oh whatever. Except that Bear was paranoid and then I couldn’t get the flue open and then Bear got his hands super sooty trying to fix it for me which made him want a fireplace even LESS than he already did. BUT! We got a fire going and burned the three logs that were in there. Bear won’t let me light another one though. We are going to get an insert at some point. The fire is good heat. I also went around and took pictures of the plants since I had the camera out. First is my orchid. Despite my neglect, it keeps on thriving. I’ve had the plant since June, when my mother bought it for me. It has two new blooms that you can see open and one big bud. But even better is the shoot with three tiny blooms on it. The only bad part is that the plant’s flowers were originally bigger. I’ve got to figure out what I’m doing wrong. The Amaryllis was picked out by Bear. I was going to go for one with peachy-orange blooms, but he was captivated by the lone red one. When we bought it, the second stalk was shorter and the blooms on the larger stalk looked sickly. It looks much better now. These two are for Bear’s desk, once he gets everything set up. The one on the left is the money tree and the one on the right is the juniper. Bear was very disappointed with the “bonsai” selection that Home Depot had, but I like his selections. Granted it took him forever to pick these two. He wanted tiny plants, which was fine. They also needed to have waxy leaves and look a certain way and not need too much sunlight and not need too much water and they needed to be ok with his computer and compliment his new desk and I don’t even know because we looked at every plant they had at Home Depot. It was fun actually. I was looking for plants for Bear when I saw this succulent and I was captivated by it’s green frilly healthy leaves and the purple tips on the dying leaves. It seems to be doing well here. I’ve stuck it in the sunniest spot in our house, which happens to be next to my glass dragon. I also gave it water before I realized that it should only be watered once a month in the winter. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll neglect it soon enough to keep it alive. I’m good at neglecting my plants. I just gotta keep picking ones that thrive in those conditions. |
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