The blog goes strangely silent while I work through yet another health problem.
So much has gone wrong with me since January that I have reached and passed the point that I just do not want to write about it any more. I can see myself turning into this person that other people take one look at and run in the opposite direction so they don't have to hear the latest medical problem. I used to know a woman like that -- you said "Hi, how are you" and she told you exactly how she was and how her children were, and...once I did cross the street and go into a store when I saw her at the other end of the block heading toward me so I would not have to talk to her and hear the latest.
So when a person really is "not OK", the standard greeting that people give each other…
Hi. How are you?
...becomes a loaded question.
Do they really want to know how I am? Well, if they are close friends or family then yes, probably they do, but not the stranger that I passed on my walk in the park the other day who said “How are you?” and I said “I’m great,” or even the casual acquaintance that I see at the post office or in the check-out line at the store.
So, “I am fine” is good enough for now. And in a very real sense I am “fine.”
In the meantime, with a perfectly straight face, he says, “Did you know our tea tree is blooming?”
If we have a tea tree it is news to me. “Come on, he says, “I’ll show you.”
So I trail after him as he heads toward the compost heap.
And then he bursts into laughter.
We drink a lot of green tea, and the used bags go into the compost bucket, which in turn is thrown on the compost heap. And there is a bush right next to the spot, and the inevitable happens.
A tea tree indeed.