Even tiny white lies can reap a harvest of discontent. Just yesterday my son called me. The one who went to Iraq; “I rock” as my mom would say. He and my husband Jeff suspect the-end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it is around the corner.
I didn”t have a garden this year but plan to next. So he asked me if I was interested in canning. You know, beans, jams, jelly. So I said sure. I love hearing from my son.
Yesterday I went to the post office and there was a 50- pound box from Mike. I said, “Oh, no. The end has come.”
So now sitting in my kitchen is a gigantic pressure cooker with bell jars and spigots. You guessed it. Grannies in the kitchen “Gonna cook up some pear sauce fer ya.”
This is the last thing in the world I wanted to do.
And just the other day I went to a yard sale where I told the man I was going to buy a frame. I”m an artist and my work is sometimes at the civic center, the library and Bank of the West. Anyway, I didn”t get the frame and it deeply bugged me later. My artworks are like my children to me. I wanted my lion to have a fancy boundary.
Watch your heart for out of it flow the issues of life. Our words catch up with us. So, unless you”re doing it to save someone”s life, don”t lie. The truth is more powerful than anything else people can throw at you.
And now Grannie has to get back to the kitchen. My husband Jeff offered to help. But I believe he”ll just scratch himself nonchalantly and help with the eatin”.
Shannon Taylor lives in Clearlake Oaks Park. She is an artist and a writer who is working on her first book. Its title is “Zebra Population Growth.”
