Where’s my tiara?
I was given an ultimatum the other day from an author, “You must write!” Not that I should or could or may, but that I must. Let’s ignore that if I communicated with a man with a hammer then he would say, “You must pound on things!” Or if I talked to a musician then she would say, “You must practice!” The fact remains that it was an author and I was commanded.
Why did I work at General Motors for thirty years? For “this“. Why did I go to college and earn my BS degree with a double major in Music and Psychology with a minor in Writing? For “this“. Why did I get married and settle down? Well obviously for “this.”
What is “this“? Why, it is doing and having what I do and have now. What I have now are a lot of large raised garden beds. What I’m doing is spending all my time weeding.
I hate weeds. Weeds are what accumulate when you do nothing. Don’t tend your garden? Weeds grow. Don’t pay your bills? They pile up and cause all kinds of trouble. Watch TV all day? The house becomes a mess. All weeds, trouble from simply doing nothing.
I’m one of those lazy people who goes to great lengths to make things easier. I went along with the garden beds my wife wanted because that meant less grass to mow. I wasn’t thinking that she can’t be out in the sun. Those beds were for her to lie in . . . except she can’t. Those garden beds were completed by the contractor July 3, which outside of my knowledge is what a contractor apparently means when he promises early spring. We were to plant flowers and vegetables this “early spring” so we did nothing, waiting for next year. The result? A healthy thick mass of six-foot-tall weeds attempting to choke out our lovely home. Two months of untended barren soil and all of a sudden it’s The Day of the Triffids.
I didn’t do anything with the huge garden beds and the result is spontaneous Amazon Jungle. “This” turned out to be back breaking work and toting fat long bundles of green that would make a beauty pageant winner jealous.
That’s what I get for earning a pension and a proper education, for retiring early to live the good life. I relaxed for two months and “this” is what I have to show for it: an endless sea of weeds.
Hmmm. I forgot to tie in the title of this article, “Tiaras and World Peace”. There’s my world in which there is no peace unless I regularly tend to what is important. In this world of ours we should tend to our own business first and then extend good will. Politically we are ignoring our own garden and instead producing a world-wide plague of weeds. Let’s all make the world a better place by first tending to our own gardens.