Why is that things so rarely turn out the way you plan for them to? My simple answer to this often disturbing question, is that things happen…little things like, lets say for instance… life…
I had the perfect Edenesque afternoon planned. I had been day dreaming about it for weeks on end…peonies, antique stores, a latte, books and all in the company of my two very most favorite people.ever.
Originally the outing had consisted of just us girls, but when David pulled in the driveway, home from work, just as I had clicked Annabelle’s carseat buckles, I, very and nondiscreetly –jumped for joy. Which is very typical of me.
" Oh goody then we can all go to see the Peonies…" Was my enthusiastic greeting.
Now my husband on any given day would probably much rather be(in his very own words) " home pulling weeds than well, off sniffing poenies or perusing the dusty corners of antique stores. Except for one thing, the tiny fact that he loves me, and when the Bible says " Husbands love your life as Christ loved the church and layed down his life for it…" He actually does that. He is a remarkable man, to say the least.
And so off we went… Before we left I told him the street address, asked if he thought it would be hard to find? The advertisment read " in route to Fairgrounds – 292nd Wy. SE…" Okay, we know where that is. Easy.
(A very long Pause……………………is inserted here for effect! )
…Two hours and 13 minutes later, after stopping twice to ask for directions…we still hadn’t found the place. And we had been on 3 different 292nd’s…How the heck many 292nd’s can there be in a small dairy farming town anyway? We gave up on finding it around a quarter after five, realizing that even if we did find ‘ Twin Creek Peony Farm ‘ it will have been closed for 15 minutes now.
I was highly distraught.
Then I remembered that the antique stores downtown on a Saturday afternoon, close early.
David, on the other hand was highly amused and having a grand time.
The entire time we were driving around, not finding the Peony farm, he was mercilessly teasing me, saying I’d wanted peonies so badly that I’d dreamed the whole thing up. The place only existed in my imagination, etc.
We were laughing until we were crying over the bizzarity ( I’m sorry, it’s the only way I can think of to describe it) of this non existent peony farm. Well, maybe I was just crying but anyway, he promised we’d come back tommorow, after he had throughly consulted his almighty Thomas Guide that we were to good for and had left at home on the kitchen table because it was going to be such a easy place to find…
We both learned a profound lesson that day.
" In route to the fairgrounds " could mean a lot of different things, depending on the distance and direction you were coming from.
In a courageous attempt to mend what he would tell you was my "broken heart," he offered to drive out to my favorite library. It’s the biggest one in our area.
I told you he was an amazing man.
…As I slipped into a world of peace and quiet, a world of beauty and wisdom, and all of it, "free" for the lending, also known as your friendly neighborhood library, I pondered things like this…
" Ahhhh…. what a comfort to know I will always be able to find a library…just follow the little blue signs, they bring you safely to it’s very doorstep…
now, where should I start?
I could happily spend hours ( okay, maybe not hours, but at least minutes, until my lovely little Annabelle needed to eat again )searching through these lovely shelves and then more hours searching through the lovely pages of the books that live on the lovely shelves…"
I slip my first book into my basket…it looks so good. I am going to go home and read it right away. (well okay, right after I make dinner and put Annabelle to bed)
Now, onto the next book…I consume books like children consume Halloween candy, one is never enough…come to think of it, neither is 15.
(short pause …. for effect)
"…the Maple Valley library will be closing in two minutes…please bring your items to the front for check-out. Thank you…We will be open tommorow from…"
I quickly grab 4 more books…and race to the check out, afraid that the computers may shut down automatically at 5 and I might not be able to check out. The nice librarian lady assures me that,
" it’s not to late too check out honey,"
asks for my library card, smiles…I am so relieved, we were just in the nick of time…ahh, you blessed library!
" I am sorry honey, but you have reached your allowed limit of fines…"
" Oh dear, I don’t have any cash. And I don’t even have the time to go out and search in the seat cracks of the car for loose change…Can you please (gulp) hold these books for me until (gulp) tommorow?"
" I sure can sweetie!
" Thank you." (sniff)
As I return to the car empty handed, David asks with a suprised look, " Chelle girl, where are all your books?"
" They close at 5 on Saturdays (sniff) and I have too many fines and no cash to pay them with (sniff, sniff)."
" Sorry sweets, we can always come back tomrrow."
In retrospect, tell me really, what can top driving around for two hours, looking for peony farms, laughing yourself silly, with your best friend, on a beautiful summer afternoon, with your baby cooing at the sunbeams in the back seat.?