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A couple weeks ago, Captain Cavedweller and I took a week of escape and ventured to a bigger city where there are all kinds of fabulous wonders like shopping malls, IMAX theaters, unlimited dining options, zoos, botanical gardens and did I mention shopping malls?

One day, we wandered through a lovely rose garden and, making CC pack my camera for me wherever we went, I snapped a few shots.

The garden welcomes visitors with this wonderful statue of the woman the rose garden is named after.

 

I don’t know why, but the fountain with the bright blue water fascinated me more than it probably should have.

 

It really is a lovely and well-kept rose garden with fun walkways and interesting landscape elements.

 

And the roses…

were absolutely…

gorgeous!

She Who Could Spend Hours Smelling Roses

 

 

 

 

 

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The other night, Captain Cavedweller and I went out for dinner. After placing our orders, I ran into the restroom to wash my hands only to find a little blond-haired pixie, who couldn’t have been more than 5, standing on her tiptoes splashing in the sink.

She eyed me when I came in and continued flailing water around the sink. Finally, she stretched up and turned off the faucet, pulled out a wad of paper towels and played at drying her hands.

Continuing to keep an eye on me she finally threw her towels in the garbage, put her tiny hands on her hips and gave me a once over.

“You got any bucks?” she asked.

Completely convinced I misheard her, I begged her pardon.

Apparently no one has ever done that before, because she looked at me in confusion.

“I’m sorry,” I said, leaning down  toward her. “I didn’t hear what you said.”

“You got any bucks? You know, money,” the little imp said.

“No, I don’t have any money,” I said, telling the truth since my purse was safely tucked away at the table with CC.

“Are you sure? You better check your pockets,” she said, taking a step forward.

Fearful she might decide to check my pockets for me, I showed her all they contained was some lint.

“Where’s your bucks?” she asked, growing concerned by the fact I didn’t even have a dime on me.

“Back at my table,” I said, wondering what type of parent turned this little robber baron loose in the restroom let alone hadn’t taught her any manners.

“Oh,” she said, then sashayed out the door.

With a sigh of relief that my interrogation had ended, I walked back to our table and informed CC that all the precocious child needed was a boy named Clyde and a get-away tricycle.

She Who Hasn’t Got Any Bucks in Her Pockets

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It is a fact of life that we will have relationships come and go that can only be called toxic.

Maybe it’s a family member or a friend – but we’ve all had at least one relationship that leaves us feeling drained, empty, frustrated, annoyed, irritated, angry, used or abused.

I will admit I’ve had more than a few of these relationships over the years. It isn’t hard to recognize the symptoms. What may have started out as a fun relationship at some point morphs into something that leaves me feeling poisoned and sick at heart. My problem is that I have hard time admitting the relationship is toxic, letting go and moving on. This is a problem that dates back to my teen years and it hasn’t gotten better with time.

My daddy once told me that there have been a lot of times when I’ve been a good friend to others long beyond the time I needed to be. When he made that observation I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. I’ve long since figured it out.

I could blame my need to maintain these toxic relationships on a multitude of things, including the astrological data that Libras are loyal to a fault, but I think it basically boils down to the fact that I just don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

It is also a challenge to admit the time, effort, and care I’ve invested in a relationship may have been better spent elsewhere.

Recently, I have come to the startling realization that a relationship I’ve been in for quite a while has got to end. It has become so toxic, just hearing the person’s name makes me annoyed beyond reason.

Healthy? Not at all.

The spiral into the abyss started more than a year ago when, in the course of a week, my “friend” (let’s call him Fred) lied to me, deliberately excluded me from an event important to both of us, and then pretended he had no idea what I was talking about when I tried to discuss it.

I was livid at the time and Captain Cavedweller, wise man that he is, suggested I find a way to ease out of the friendship at that point.

Not quite done suffering, I prolonged the inevitable and gave Fred another chance. And another. And another.

In the past year, Fred has been:

•Demeaning

• Belittling

• Patronizing

• Dishonest

• Sneaky

• Self-serving

• Arrogant

• Rude

•Unkind

I know Fred has lied to my face as well as behind my back. I’ve discovered from mutual friends that invitations he was supposed to pass along to events never quite made it to me. It’s his own special way of making me feel excluded. And it was worked.

His latest tactic has largely been to ignore me unless he wants or need something, then he tries to act like we are still good friends.

In a nutshell, Fred has made continual withdrawals from the friendship bank account and failed to put in any deposits. Now that the account is way past overdrawn – there’s not much left to do but close it down.

As I was ranting to CC the other evening about Fred’s latest shenanigans, I told him I was all done. Done with the abuse, the lies, the toxic waste this friendship had become.

CC gave me a hug and told me it was about time.

As hard as it is to let go of people you care about, sometimes it is the best thing, the only thing, you can do.

What I’m trying to learn to focus on is that even if someone is in my life for a season (however long or brief), they have undoubtedly brought something into my life that I needed to learn or experience. The trick is in finding what that is and embracing it as I move forward, out of the toxic waste.

She Who Is Working on Letting Go

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When I got home last night, I was greeted by these lovely roses.

Captain Cavedweller bought them for me because he was proud of something I accomplished this week. And because he loves me. And because he knows I love roses.

Those of you who know CC, know he does not look like your standard rose-giving guy (whatever that looks like). He’s one of those strong, silent types who would rather watch from the sidelines than be the center of attention.

Which is what makes little gifts, like the beautiful roses last night, extra special. It is because he isn’t a mushy, gushy share-your-feelings kind of guy that makes things like this so sweet and so appreciated. He could easily say “Hey, good job!” But he made that extra effort to make the well-done have more meaning for me.

I write romance novels. Having been a life-long hopeless romantic, I could come up with ideas and inspiration from nothing more than my imagination. But it’s a lot more fun and meaningful when that inspiration comes from my very own romance story.

One that just gets sweeter all the time.

She Who Loves CC

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