This entry is a little snapshot of the ocean-sized difference between my anxious mind and a non-anxious (aka extremely calm) mind.
So, as is typical with my anxiety, something that would be no big deal in most brains, was a big monster growing in my brain.
This silly little topic is about flowers. In particular, these cute little yellow flowers that were bought for me, by my daughters, for my birthday.
I planted them in this big pot that is out in my driveway. They were planted side by side with a purple flower. (You can tell how adept I am at gardening by my very technical terms of "yellow" and "purple" flowers.)
Well ... the oddest thing started happening with my yellow flowers ... I swear they started smelling like garbage. And not only that - they had become infested with flies (which I didn't realize until I put the garbage can out by them for ONE night and the next morning the lid was covered in maggots). Yuk!!
About one week after that grossness (yes - another technical term), I noticed that not only were there flies everywhere, but now there were bees and wasps on these yellow flowers (I'm all for the honey bees, just not the wasps and flies).
So this is where my brain differs from the average calm brain:
- This flower is going to continue to attract bees and wasps and flies until I have a huge infestation.
- The house already has ONE fly in it from this pot being by the garage door, so this is going to become a HUGE problem.
- If I try to remove these flowers, I will get stung by the scary wasps and bees.
- If I spray pesticide on them, it will ruin the dirt for other flowers.
*mind spends some additional time on worse case scenarios*
*texts daughters about these armageddon flowers they bought me*
*decide to go splash white vinegar on the flowers to get rid of all insects so that flower removal can commence the next day and thus avoid armageddon*
*on way out the door, stop and ask boyfriend if all scary flying insects go to bed at night "somewhere"; he assures me they are back in their home (wherever that is!).*
*Boyfriend inquires as to what I am doing, so I fill him in on the white vinegar plan*
*Boyfriend walks out to scary flower pot with me.*
Him: "I'll just pull them out and throw them in the woods."
Me: "What - with your bare hands???? Don't you need a shovel and a wheel barrel?!! What if you get stung????!! Wait - let me turn on the light!" *starts running into the garage*
Him: *grabs flower stems* (which all come out in one bunch since they were just transplanted from a pot a few weeks ago) *walks to woods and tosses them out*
Me: *standing there in shock at how incredibly fast, simple, and NON SCARY that was!!!*
Yup - just another daily moment in the incredibly exciting brain of mine.
Never-the-Dull-Moment Yours,
SG
Motivational Moment:
Of course this entry needs to end with a Life’s Little LaughablesTM (as if this entire entry isn't already one):
A few days before I noticed the flies and bees, a pest control company stopped by asking if I wanted to join their service, like a bunch of my neighbors. I kindly replied that I am happy with my current pest control but I wished him well. He, of course, kept trying to sell me his service, so I kindly wished him well again and shut the door.
So in my mind - it was this dude who dumped some "garbage smell juice" on my flowers as he walked away with no sale.
#ConspiraciesRus
And if anyone happens to know what these yellow flowers are - and if they are supposed to smell like garbage or if my suspicious mind is correct - feel free to let me know.
Peace, Love, and Hugs,
SG
