Day 166; Footnotes of an Avalanche of Wrongs

Allergies.

I don’t want to complain because it isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever dealt with, but it is frustrating. The day time medicine is helping some, but I still feel as if I’m drowning. It isn’t supposed to make me sleepy, but it has. So now I’m dreaming that I’m drowning in my sleep while sitting in this chair attempting to write something that somewhat makes sense.

Bella has spent the biggest part of the day inside with me. I thought it was Molly that was making her want to stay inside, but I think instead there is a rogue bee that goes after Bella every time she is outside. I guess it payback for all the times she has tried to catch bees flying past. A couple of times Bella even stretched out on the dog bed we were given. The first time she stopped halfway on it and looked at me as if asking permission. When I told her to go ahead it was fine, she spent almost thirty minutes napping there.

I finally broke down and went outside to try and do some laps around my tiny circle. I did okay, until I ran out of tissues. I have to get this allergy mess under control as I have stuff coming up this weekend. Even though its allergies and I know its allergies, people are still nervous around anyone sniffling.

After I gave up on my walking I decided I would wander down and check my garden. There was a tomato plant that had fallen over and the cage simply would not hold the weight. I managed to reach a piece of ribbon I had tied to a stake and got it loose, while still holding a tomato cage that was wanting to fall back tot he ground. Tying the ribbon to the tomato cage and then the wire fencing around the garden did the trick. The branch of the tomato vine I thought I had broken and wrapped carefully to keep it together seems to be doing okay so far. I had a few cherry tomatoes but no large are ready yet. My sweet peppers aren’t ready either. And, there were two of those plants that I needed to prop up as they had fallen over.

My cucumber vines are covered in flowers, I’m hoping to have some cucumbers soon as I do love garden fresh cucumber.

But my squash. The squash that was so tiny the other day, had seemingly overnight grown ginormous. That and the zucchini. I picked all of that and then walked up to the house to find something to carry it home in. I really let it get too big, but I’m going to save it anyway. I’ve done that before and it was fine. Not as good as if you prepared it smaller, but its garden fresh, it’ll be fine.

But, thinking about it, those squash are like when we do something we shouldn’t.

Let’s say you are working somewhere and have access to the business money. You slip a dollar or two that isn’t yours, in your pocket. Maybe it makes you nervous, but its only a couple of dollars. Days or weeks later, instead of a dollar or two, its fifty. Later on, its a hundred. Quickly your small, bad deed, has grown. That hundred dollars bought you something nice and the owner hasn’t-won’t miss that small amount. Besides, you’ve covered your tracks well. You learned how on one of those crime shows on television. Only you are going to be smarter, you aren’t going to get caught.

Before you realize it, you’ve taken hundreds of dollars from the place you work. You come in one day to find out that an audit is taking place, and they had discovered the missing money. You have, been caught.

Or maybe, you’re a teenager and your hanging out with kids that you know your mother wouldn’t approve, but they offer you a beer. What’s one beer? Then you find that to be able to hang with the popular kids, you have to keep drinking and it becomes easier. Then one night on your way home, you have an automobile accident. Someone is injured badly. Someone may die. Because you had learned to like that drinking thing just a little too much.

Maybe, you’re married to a wonderful partner. They are the light of your life and your whole world. But there is this really nice, really friendly, really good looking, really what ever different, and you start talking. Then you talk some more, you meet after work for coffee, a meal. It slowly progresses, and the light of your world…finds out.

When you play with fire, you are going to get burned. There is no such things as a ‘little bit wrong’. Wrong, is wrong. A lie, is a lie. An avalanche starts out small, but as it moves ever faster down a mountainside, it gathers a lot of snow. So does a wrong.

My sweet Bella, ever patient while I write