~ The Nineteen Things I Love About Spring Countdown!! ~
Sixteen days to go until spring has sprung!!!
#16~ BUDS ON LILAC BUSHES!!!
This is one of the very early signs of spring, and BOO-YA(!) I have some!! And this is NOT the only exciting part!
I planted my lilac bushes late last spring, and they were kinda rough around the edges. Combined with the fact that we have really dense, clay soil here, and lilacs need loose soil and ample drainage (which water doesn’t drain well through clay… picture a clay pot… that’s what a hole in my yard is like!), I didn’t have a lot of hope that they would thrive.
Well, they HAVE! I could see the buds from the sun room!
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I’m having a rough morning. Lemme ‘splain.
I connect with music. I adore music. When I can feel what a song is saying, it can easily reduce me to tears.
Mike… not so much. He likes and listens to music, but he doesn’t connect with music in the same way I do. The only song I’ve ever seen him choke up during was the wedding march they played when I came up the aisle.
He gets his shorts all in a bunch sometimes, and will go off bitching about repeating lyrics. He’s absolutely irritated by phrases that repeat in songs. Even the CHORUS! I’m like… Dude, it’s the freakin’ chorus! It’s SUPPOSED to repeat…
Well, anyway…
I don’t watch American Idol. No hate mail please. I don’t know the guy who was on Idol, whose girlfriend was in an accident and is now mentally and physically handicapped. I heard about it by accident because he was on the morning show that was on the tv in the background as we waited for the weather to come on.
He sang this song. This love song for her. Singing, why would I leave her when she needed me most. What kind of man would I be?
It was very touching. Of course I was almost in tears, but when am I not? And at the end, I thought… I don’t know how singers can do that. If I had to sing a song about the depth of love I feel for my husband, I wouldn’t make it but a few lyrics in before I choked, and my throat closed, and I was completely overwhelmed with emotion. I’m just LIKE that.
So with that thought, I turn to Mike, who’s putting his boots on for work, and I say, “I don’t know how singers can do that…”
He replies, “What? Sing the same freakin’ words, over and over?” in a snide, sarcastic tone. Then he launched into his speech on the topic.
I guess he was about due. I know he’s feeling really stressed out at work right now, and when he cracks up a bit, at least he does it in the same old predictable ways, with the same old predictable speeches. It’s like, how he releases the pent up energy inside of him.
Sure beats most every alternative way I can think of where someone is releasing stress energy.
(As a side note, my Ego has just informed me that my writing this blogs sucks because I was still a little hurt and angry when I started writing, but through analyzing it in order to articulate it, I seem to have put out the fire, and will salvage this day and my attitude after all…)
Well, I find it hard sometimes to be all zen about life in general when someone… anyone… is being all snide about something that I feel so strongly about, but it’s that much harder when it’s HIM. I know he’s not attacking me, because I am not that thing which he finds distasteful. I am not the song or the lyrics, nor do they actually represent me in any way. Still, it stings.
And I found it ironic that as I sat, suddenly overwhelmed with my depth of love for him, he chose that moment to run off at the mouth, making me feel small and stupid. I know. I CHOSE to feel small and stupid. You know what I mean.
But that little bit up there about his releasing stress energy this way, that was brilliant. I don’t think I’ve ever actually consciously acknowledged that THAT is what he’s doing when he does that. And he’s about four weeks away from completely losing his head at work and quitting. He’s only held it together this long because he needs a little more time to put the finishing touches on his own business launch.
So, yeah… he’s really stressing right now. I’m glad that little bit of brilliance struck me. That was the phrase that put the fire out and took the sting away. It’s actually kinda funny. It was almost hard to finish the story once the fire was out :)























