Aren’t the daffodils are just gorgeous right now? There’s something about that green and yellow that’s just so darn hopeful. And the flowering trees are doing their thing. Wow! Puts a bounce in my step. The older I get, the more I appreciate spring. Well, all the season’s really, but especially spring.
It’s hard to complain, though some folks manage. And they always seem to come to my register down to the A&P with a full cart, I might add, and coupons! I try to keep it light, but it’s challenging.
There’s Claudia Peavey, okay? She a “yeah, but” kind of gal. Don’t matter what you say, she’ll “yeah, but” you. You know the type.
“Hey, Claudia. Feels like spring has finally sprung, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, but there’s so much to do in the yard what with all the tree damage from those storms. And the mud!”
Then Ethel Brown come in last week. (We call her Ethel Beige, ‘cause, well, she just is).
“Hi there, Ethel. Sure is a beautiful spring day out there, huh?”
“I guess. I just wish I could enjoy it.”
Here we go, I’m thinking.
“Pete and me aren’t doing too well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” (Truth is, Pete and Ethel have never “done well,” and frankly, I think that’s the way Ethel likes it.)
“I know we should probably give counseling a try, but really, do I want to try to save something that wasn’t that good to begin with? Besides, where would I find the time? Plus, my mother’s living with us, and she’s a handful, let me tell you. ‘Course, everything would be easier if I had more energy. It’s this Lyme disease.”
“You got Lyme?”
“Yup! Well, my test come back negative, but I know I have it. Not that the insurance company would cover it if I did…”
And on and on. Ethel’s like a Gatling gun. About all you can do is nod your head, and check her out as fast as you can.
“And to top things off, Ida, I have this paper cut on my thumb that’s driving me crazy! Just look at it! Throbs so. Darn thing keeps me up at night. Not that I get much sleep anyways, with Pete’s snoring. I think he needs to see someone, a specialist or something.”
By now, thankfully, the chip reader has buzzed and it’s time for Ethel go spread her joy elsewhere.
“Good talking to you, Ida!”
I’d say have a nice day, but why bother?
Instead, I shut off my register light and stroll over to the flower section. It’s just bursting with color right now. I grab a potted daffodil, bring it back to my register, and put it right there where I can see it.
Boy, I’m thinking, is it ever easy to get pulled down into the doom and gloom by the folks who love wallowing in it. Or you can choose to see the beauty and color and hope that’s all around. It’s there. Trust me.
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: Spring Has Sprung