Posted by: roughwighting | August 10, 2011

A Straight Line

“Damn!” I swat at another mosquito and rub the raised red bump on my leg where a winged hellion has already drawn blood. “Damn, I hate doing this.”

Kneeling on the grass, dirt pile in front of me, garden tools discarded for the minute, I try to remember something. But between the sun beating on the top of my head, the little toad dancing between my shoeless toes, and the itching of my bug bites, I can’t retrieve what my brain and soul are dying to tell me. In fact, I feel a lecture coming on, one of the worst kinds, because it’s coming from myself. If only I could concentrate and get the nagging thought out of the inner reaches of my mind.

I sit all the way down now on the tickly grass, smiling. I’m like that Harry Potter character, what was his name? Dumbledore, or something like that. The high priest of Hogwarts, the school for witches. Anyway, Dumbledore needed to show Harry one of his memories, and he used his wand. I can’t exactly remember how (my memory really is getting bad – should I be worried?) but I think he put the wand in his ear ? and then cobweb-like strands came out, each a memory to be sorted out and re-lived.

Ugh, I don’t know if I really want to figure out what memory is niggling at me. I have that sinking feeling that it won’t be a good one.

I toss my head, shaking away all those cobwebbed memories, and get back to work. So far I’ve dug 30 holes for the 36 impatiens I bought at the nursery. Six more holes to go, but as I stand up to look at my hard work, I realize that my line of holes running down the garden is crooked. Crooked!

“I hate this!” I yell. Henry the dog, who’s been watching my so-called gardening attempts for the last 45 minutes with a bemused expression on his face, stands up suddenly, worried. I rarely raise my voice, and Henry probably figures something is mighty wrong to get me so riled up.

Husband thinks so too. He jogs over to me from the other side of the yard. He’s already raked an acre, pulled up 100 weeds, and planted a dozen herbs. I’m a slacker! A slacker!

“Uh, Pam. Lovie. You need a straight line.”

Okay, that’s it. I will either murder him, or leave him forever, right on the spot. Or both? What was wrong with doing both?

Instead, I watch him, engineer that he is, return from the garage with a roll of string and run a straight line from one end of the garden plot to the other. My holes are more crooked than a bad mouthful of teeth.

I gnash my own teeth and curl my hands into fists. “I am not redoing those holes. It took me almost an hour to dig them. I am done. Through!”

Husband begins to laugh, and I look around for something to throw at him. A shovel? A rake? Instead, I demand, “What’s so funny?”

“You said the exact same thing last year.”

“Last year?” I repeat, beginning to see where this is going.

“And the year before, and the year before that,” he continues, not seeing the glint of madness begin to creep into my eyes. “Every year you race to the nursery and buy exactly 36 pink and red impatiens…”

I glance over at the flowers – yup, pink and red.

“And every year,” dear, clueless hubby goes on, “you get mad at the mosquitoes and dirt and sweat running down your back, and you say you’ll never do this again.”

I am not laughing along with said husband. I’m too angry with myself. He’s right – how do I not learn from my past experiences? In the winter I chirp on and on with friends about how much I love to plant the pretty pink flowers and watch them grow and beautify the yard, and then when it’s time to really get down and dirty and do the deed, I hate it!

“I’m going in to wash up,” I now say to the man.

“I know,” he says. “Cause every year I end up planting your flowers.”

I smile at him then, happy. Because that’s the other part of the experience I now remember.

He always cleans up after me!


Responses

  1. This reminds me of my own rows of impatiens which, because of time constraints I frequently end up planting after dark by porch light. This year with the late rainfall its been even worse…..I never even went to the store to buy them and my planter box is sadly empty. Is there a flower called procrastinate?

    • If so, mine is blooming rampantly!! Thanks – love the image of you planting by porch light. :+)

  2. The comment 8/10/11 was from Barbara Creamer – love your blog Pam.

  3. I always appease myself by remembering that, once they spread, you’ll never know the line isn’t straight! Of course, I’m not married to an engineer :) Great post, Pam.

  4. Love the parallels between impatience and planting impatiens, know the feeling well. Nice to join your blog, Pam.

  5. Love the visual images! I can feel the sweat and bug bites!! I DO love the pink and red impatiens!!! I plant in pots, so no digging rows of holes!!

    • Pots are perfect!

  6. That was me!! Not Anonymous!!

  7. “And every year”, dear clueless hobby goes on ………….
    This claim seems to be completely out of context with what came before and with how the piece ends; “He always cleans up after me”. How can he be clueless when he accurately remembers that every year you go through the same process and frustration and then as you acknowledge, he “cleans up after you”? This sounds like a subtle (not) denial of your own issues and an attempt to mitigate them by saying that this person who helps you out is “clueless”. Either I have nisunderstood you writing and meaning or there is a confusing conflict of emotions at work.

  8. Oh Pam, you are terrific! I enjoyed this and visualized the entire event!!! I could also see the love and laughter (not to mention, the amazing connection) that you have with your husband! I hate doing things mathematically and keeping plants in rows is not my forte. Even hair, if the back of it is messed up, my mother always said, if they don’t like it, they could do it themselves! (now you know why my hair is so messy!). My love for music is marred with the math of it….charts, timing, counting, yuck!!! That’s why I do music by ear! So, would it be terrible to have uneven rows of flowers? I guess it would, but all that work!!!! Yes, let Jerry fix it up! After all, you did your part, you bought the plants, got stung, dug holes, hey… Jerry’s mind is logical to bring out the string and yours is logical to inspire beauty to the environment! Sometimes great minds think alike and other times great minds combine for the greater good!! Please take a picture of your beautiful even rows of flowers to show me next time, but don’t look at the back of my hair unless you have a hairbrush ready!!!


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