Semi-Daily Scribbles

Gary didn't do moderation well. For him, the pendulum swung between ALL and NOTHING. Everything exists. Everything does not exist. Gary got all hot and itchy when he pictured himself positioned in the middle of anything. The one place, however, he could entertain the thought of two truths was his dad's pea patch. Sure, Gary liked beets and scallions, but what he really liked were the crooked rows of green each spring. No, the garden was not perfect, but it was his dad's masterpiece. The effort mattered, not superficial good looks, and the vegetables came out of the ground sweet and fresh. Thanks to a planting bed 4 feet wide by 20 feet long, Gary could quiet his mind for five minutes and understand the benefits of kissing his fixations goodbye.