“Frumious” sounds good too!
Okay, I forgot to mention that our good friend, who often stays with us, was supposed to come down and stay with us for a week-plus. First we thought that would still happen, because Izzy wasn’t supposed to be here until two or three days later. Then her arrival was moved up, and she’ll be in the formerly-guest room a day before Friend was going to arrive. Mr. Rilch was putting off telling him, but last night, Friend was texting me, all excited, can’t wait, and I was like, “Uh, you better talk to Mr. Rilch…We have big news…No, we didn’t win the lottery…” Finally, after we’d worked out a time for him to call, I texted the flag-of-Italy emoji. And then he thought we were going to Italy. Well, he knows now! And he’s cool with it, excited for us. We still have to make a date to meet his new ladyfriend, though.
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Okay, The Story of the Flower. I read this many years ago, and it was old then*. I’ve modernized it a bit, but the message is timeless.
So there’s this middle-aged couple, call them Tom and Sara. Their kids are grown and out of the house, and they have gradually become lazy slobs. They barely clean, nothing’s organized, the outside looks like a scrapyard. Then one day, Tom is in the back yard, smoking and drinking a beer. He’s about to toss the empty can into the heap of empty cans when he sees a bright color in the grass. Gets up to look, and it’s a beautiful flower, happily growing in the midst of the hoard.
So Tom thinks, this flower should be given a chance to thrive. He starts clearing weeds from around it, and of course he can’t go very far with that before random junk is in the way, so he starts collecting and sorting the junk, and creates a clear spot in the middle of the yard, getting bigger as time goes on.
Meanwhile, Sara is in the living room, watching TV and surfing the net. Then she notices it’s time for Friends reruns, and Tom hasn’t come in to watch. She goes outside, “Ooh, what a beautiful flower! And good job on the yard!” She goes back in, but wants to take another look from the kitchen window. Except, the window is so grungy, she can’t even see out. She makes a clear spot, but if she can make a clear spot, she can clean the entire window, right? And once she’s done that, sunlight comes streaming through the window and shows how gross the kitchen really is. So she sets about cleaning it.
Then Tom comes in and admires the kitchen, and Sara goes outside and admires the yard. And they’re both too tired to make dinner, so they order a pizza. However, because the kitchen is now spotless, they can eat off clean plates, and drink out of clean tumblers. And they’re sure to put the pizza box directly into the trash!
Then the next day, they want to see the flower again, but coming back into the disastrous (except for the kitchen) house is kind of a downer. The next few days are spent decluttering. And when they’ve subtracted all the clutter, the shabby walls and grotty carpet are still ruining the effect, so now they have to paint and deep-clean and so forth. And when all this is done, now the grown kids want to visit and bring their kids. So the house can be a home again, and all because of one flower.
Which is kind of what’s happening here. It was about time we gave the guest room a deep clean, and I hadn’t known the mattress pad was so raggedy, and I’ve been saying for over a year that we need another set of sheets for that bed and now we have them. And, while we were emptying the closet, Mr. Rilch found something he’d bought in January and planned to give me for my birthday, but forgot about. I tried to post a photo, using that up-arrow icon in the toolbar, but was told “You can’t embed media items in a post.” So how can I post a photo? We were kind of in a rut before this, and a lot of things will probably change. Like, we’ll be getting to know parents of Izzy’s classmates, and hopefully some lasting friendships will spring from that!
*My paternal grandfather was an elementary school principal, so there were all these between-the-wars era “readers” and grammar books and so forth in that house.