POTTING BENCH ENVY

Alex and I were on a walk through our neighborhood when, halfway down the street, I stopped and pointed. “Wouldn't that look perfect in our backyard?”

Alex looked at the house I was pointing to. “What?”

“The potting bench!” I sighed. “I've always wanted one.”

Alex looked confused. “Why?”

I couldn't believe he couldn't see what I was seeing. “Because it's so cute!” I cried. “Oh, and very functional.” I added quickly.

The bench we were looking at sat at the edge of their driveway, tucked under the shade of an oak tree. The weather worn wood was the perfect shade of gray. The different sized pots were stacked on top of the table while a bag of new potting soil was tucked on a lower shelf next to a basket filled with gardening tools. “Can't you just see something like that next to our deck in the back?”

“Um....not really.” Alex stood looking at it for a moment before adding, “It kind of looks like they pulled a workbench out of the garage and forgot to drag it back in when they were done.”

“Oh come on!” I was surprised. “It does not!” I looked back at the bench, not seeing what he was seeing. “To me it looks like a family that likes being outside with nature!”

Alex just shook his head. “Exactly how much potting are you planning on doing?” Alex began walking again while I gave one last envious look before quickly catching up to him.

“Well, I need to replant all our indoor plants because they've grown out of their pots.” I began counting them up on my fingers. “So right off the bat I've got four, no five plants that need re-potting.”

“And?”

“Well, that's it for right now.” I admitted.

“So you want to buy a bench to re-pot five plants?”

“Well, that's not the point of the potting bench.” I argued. “You get a potting bench because it's a cute place for all your gardening things so you're all set up and ready when it's time to work in your garden.”

Now Alex looked confused. “But we don't have a garden.”

“Oh my gosh!” I cried getting frustrated. “That's still not the point!” I took a deep breath and tried again to explain. “I want one because I think it would look really cute next to our deck.”

By now we'd walked our usual two mile route and were almost back home.

“I didn't mean to get you upset.” Alex said. “Maybe I'm the wrong person to talk to about this. Why don't you talk to Dad?” he reached into his pocket to get out the keys as we walked up our driveway.

I stopped to pull a few weeds that were sticking up from our cobblestone driveway, proving to myself that I could garden, while Alex unlocked the front door.

He held the door open for me as I carried my fistful of weeds into the kitchen and tossed them in the trash. “Thanks for the walk.” I said as I went to the sink to wash my hands while Alex went to the cabinet to get a few bottles of water.

“Don't forget to drink some water.” he said as placed a bottle next to the sink.

Just then Steven walked into the kitchen. “You two have a nice walk?” he asked.

“We did!” I grabbed a paper towel and began drying my hands. “We were just talking about a really great potting beach we saw at one of the neighbors houses.”

“Oh?” Steven leaned against the counter.

“I was asking Alex if he thought something like that would look good by our back deck?”

Steven looked confused. “A potting bench? How much potting could you possibly do?”

“Oh come on! That's exactly what Alex said!” I looked over at Alex. “Did you say something to him?”

Alex smiled as he held up his hands and shook his head. “Hey, I walked in with you! Remember?”

PEN PROBLEM

I was at the dining room table balancing my checkbook when my son, Alex walked in. “Can I borrow your pen for a minute?” he asked.

I handed over my pen. Alex looked at it for a moment. “What's Affinia?” he asked.

“Oh, that's the hotel I stayed in with your Aunt Liz last weekend.” I was busy with my phone calculator as I crunched some numbers. “We had such a good time. It was a great hotel!”

Alex looked confused. “So you stole their pen?”

“Stole?” I stopped what I was doing and looked over at him. “I didn't steal it!” I cried. “They want you to take them. It's advertising for them!”

“Is that what you tell yourself?” Alex laughed as he wrote his return address on the envelope he was holding.

“No really!” I cried. “I'm serious! As a matter of fact, I collect pens.” I reached over to my purse and began rummaging around, finally pulling out several pens. “See!” I cried holding them out for him to see. “It's like a little keepsake from all places I've been.” I began going though them. “Here's are three different ones from the three different hotels I stayed in when Aunt Liz and I went to the Netherlands.” I smiled as I laid them down on the table. “Here's one from an MRI Imagining place.” I look at that a moment longer. “I don't remember ever going there.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Oh, well. I still have their pen!”

Alex just nodded his head as I put those aside and looked at the others.

“See this one's from my bank.” I held up the green pen. “They have buckets of them when you go in.” I looked over at Alex. “They wouldn't have buckets of them if they didn't want you to take one. Would they?” I argued.

Alex shrugged his shoulder, seeming to agree with that one.

“You know, a long time ago, banks used to have their pens tethered to a table so you couldn't steal...I mean borrow one if you wanted to.” I laid that pen down with the others. “I really think my bank made a genius marketing plan when they began giving the pens away!” I pulled three more of their pens from my fist and laid them on the table.

“You really like your bank, don't you?” Alex was shaking his head.

I shrugged my shoulder again. “I guess I'm there more than I thought.”

I was still going through my collection when I had another thought. “You know,” I looked back at Alex to see if he was still listening to me. “When a place doesn't want you to have a pen they find ways to let you know.”

Alex looked confused. “Really?”

I nodded my head. “I was at Motor Vehicles the other day, to renew my license, and they had pens with long paper tubes attached to them. They must have been two feet long! It wasn't like I could toss that in my purse!”

“That's because they don't want you to!”

“I know! I get it! I didn't want a pen from there anyway.” I shook my head. “It's not like anyone would want a keepsake to remember that place.” I gave a disgusted look.

“Why do you need so many pens?” Alex asked.

I looked at the pen that was still in his hand. “Because when people ask to borrow one I always have a spare.” I held out my hand. “Can I have my pen back please?”

“Can I keep this one?” Alex held on to the pen. “I don't have one in my room.”

I looked down at my pen pile and grabbed a green bank one. “Sure! But could you take this one instead?” I handed it to him as I took back the Affinia pen, looking at it lovingly. “This one has a great memory attached to it.”

SWEET TREATS

I was walking down the stairs following my son, Alex, as we headed to my office when I reached into my sweatshirt pocket and felt the familiar crinkle of a candy wrapper.

Pulling it out I offered it to him. “Would you like a hard candy?”

Alex stopped right in his tracks and turned around to look at me. He then looked down at the golden wrapped candy I held in my hand. “Did you actually just pull a hard candy out of your pocket?”

I was a little confused. “Yeah.” I looked at the candy. “It's wrapped. It's not like it has pocket lint on it or anything.”

“It's not that.” Alex shook his head. “But you do know that's something a little old lady would do?”

“What?” Now I was a little indignant. “I'm not old!”

“I didn't think so either until you started keeping hard candies in your pocket.”

I put the candy back in my pocket and felt the other two that were already in there. I decided not to mention those to him. “It's not just a hard candy!” I argued. “It's a Werther's Original! A delicious caramel treat!”

“It's a hard candy.” Alex repeated as he went into my office to help me with my computer. He sat down in my chair and began checking to see why my computer was running so slow. “Pretty soon you’re going to be wearing sweaters in the middle of summer.”

I looked down at my sweatshirt. “Okay, I'm wearing this because the air conditioning is always freezing in here! I don't go outside wearing it!”

“Ah-hum” Alex nodded as he scrolled through my computer. “I see a few cats coming your way soon.”

“Oh my gosh!” I cried. “I just wanted you to taste a really good candy one of my friends gave me!”

Alex turned the chair around to face me. “Did your friend pull the candy out of her sweater pocket?” His eyebrows were raised in a questioning look.

I thought back to when my friend and I were talking about our favorite candies and she'd been surprised that I'd never tried a Werther's. As I pictured our conversation I realized she had taken one out of her pocket. I looked at Alex and sighed, there was nothing I could say.

Alex just laughed. “If you and Dad aren't careful, old people ways are going to start sneaking in.”

“It was just a hard candy.” I sighed again.

“It starts with a hard candy and moves on to Dad wearing black socks with his sandals and having one of your cats curled up on his lap as he's waiting to have dinner at four in the afternoon.”

“You know we already eat dinner at four.” I reminded him. “You like eating that early.”

“That's my first dinner.” He began going to different sites on my computer. “So it's really like a late lunch for me.”

“Well, your Dad's allergic to cats so I don't think that one's coming.” I sighed as I pulled the candy out of my pocket and began unwrapping it. “But I'm telling you these are delicious!” I popped it in my mouth, then took the other two out of my pocket and tossed them on my desk. “But I'll stop carrying them in my pocket, okay?”

“That's a good start.” He picked up one of the candies from the desk, unwrapped and popped it in his mouth. After a few seconds he looked back at me. “These are pretty good.”

I just shook my head and laughed. “Do you know you drive me crazy?”

He got up from his chair. “Yup.” He kissed the top of my head. “You're computer's fixed.” he said as he headed out of my office.

“Thanks!” I called as I sat down to get some work done. I looked over at the golden candy wrappers laying on my desk. Maybe I'd get a bowl for them instead.

NATURE'S FIREWORKS

“Oh, come here little guy, you're never going to find your soul-mate inside.” I scooped the lightning bug off the dining room wall and headed to the kitchen door.

“Who are you talking to?” My husband, Steven asked as I passed him in the kitchen.

“This little guy.” I held out my cupped hands, letting him see the glowing light shining between my fingers. “Can you get the door for me?”

Steven opened the back door and we both stepped out on the deck. “Fly away little guy! She's out there somewhere!” I opened my hands and the beetle slowly crawled to the edge of my fingers then flew away to join all the other lighting bugs in our yard.

“Wow! There's a lot of them this year!” Steven said as he sat down to watch.

I sat down next to him. “They say we get more when we have a wet Spring.” I shook my head. “We sure had one of those!”

“Wet and cold!” Steven added.

“It felt like we never really had a Spring.” I got up and went inside to turn on the ceiling fan we have for the deck. Even though it was early evening it was still in the high 80's. “We just went right into Summer.” I added as I came back outside and sat back down.

“Well, the lightning bugs are certainly loving it!” Steven leaned back in his chair.

“Look at all those guys frantically flying around searching for a date!” I laughed as our yard was dotted with several dozen flickering lights.

Steven looked at me confused. “How do you know that all of those are males?”

“Because it's usually the males you see flying around looking for a mate. The girls just hang out passively waiting for one of the guys to impress her enough before she flashes back that she's interested.”

Steven just shook his head. “Some things never change, no matter what species you are.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” I cried.

“Oh, come on. How many times did I try and get you to ask me out to lunch?” Steven laughed.

“How many times did I have to tell you I wasn't going to be the one asking you out.” I leaned back in my rocking chair and looked over at him. “You'd had to ask me!”

Our son Alex came out on the deck. “What are you guys arguing about?”

“We're not arguing!” I said. “We're discussing. It's different.”

Alex sat down in a chair across from us. “Okay, what were you discussing, in a raised voice?”

“You're Mom's the one raising her voice. I'm just stating facts.” Steven explained.

“I'm not raising my voice!” I cried.

Alex and Steven looked over at me.

“Okay, maybe a little.” I looked over at Alex. “When we first met, your Dad tried to get me to ask him out instead of just asking me out!”

“You could have just asked me out.” Steven shrugged his shoulders.

Alex looked at the both of us. “Are you kidding me?” He laughed. “You two have been married for over 30 years!”

“32 to be exact.” Steven looked over at me and smiled.

“It'll be 33 in November.” I added.

“So what got you talking about who asked who out?” Alex asked.

“Lightning bugs.” Steven and I said in unison.

Alex just shook his head and got up from his chair. “Nope. Don't even want to know the rest of this one.” he said as he headed back into the house.

“Too bad for you!” I called after him. “It's a good story!”