D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

Tomato Angels
Wed Mar 12 2003

Well, the Rabbis say, “Every delay is for the best”. I am going to take that on faith today.

I got myself together this morning. I put in a special effort too. I spent more than my usual 60 seconds combing my hair, put on a nice dress with a black sweater over it, actually applied lipstick, ( ! ) hauled out my old letters of recommendation from the file cabinet and headed out the door. I was on my way to put an application in at a bookstore that is about 12 miles from here.

As I was driving out of our neighborhood, I noticed that my car was not shifting into third gear. I took a side road back toward home and tried again to see if it would shift into third and it finally did, but was acting very strangely. I heard a kind of clunk. I decided that I really did not want to get stuck by the side of the freeway today even though it is a very nice sunny day for it. I drove back home. It was a pleasant 3 minute trip.

So there I was all dressed up and no place to go ! I am wondering what this episode means…. if it means anything at all. Maybe I am not supposed to get a job. (That seems a little too convenient don’t you think? ) I don’t know at the moment. So I did the only sane thing under the circumstances, I changed my clothes and went out and worked in the garden. The garden does not NEED to shift into third gear. The garden is a self-perpetuating entity that only asks to be freed from too many weeds and wants water and sunlight. Things I happen to have on hand, that do not require much in the way of mechanics. A garden hose, that low tech tool, was all I needed. I watered the beds where I have planted seeds. The sun was out, that is not my department either. And I pulled a weed or two. The garden was happy. I was happy.

If we are looking at omens today, the tomato seeds sprouted. They don’t need third gear either. Although the sages say that each blade of grass has an angel that tells it to grow. . . So they DO have angels. I suppose that is a distinct advantage to a tomato seedling. Perhaps my car needs an angel. But somehow I don’t think that angels are assigned to hunks of metal, but I could be wrong.

I have been wrong before.

From time to time.



2 Comments
  • From:
    Pragmatist (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Mar 12 2003
    That line at the bottom of your entry is more magenta than pink. At least on my screen.

    About third gear, whenever something happens to prevent me from doing something, or delays me, I figure I'm not supposed to do it, at least not now. My guardian angel (yes, I have one, just like each blade of grass) doesn't let me get too far afield. I read somewhere "Don't drive faster than your guardian angel can fly." :-)

    Maybe tomorrow you can put on lipstick, and try it again. After your mechanic husband fixes third gear.

    Shalom
  • From:
    Bookworm (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Mar 12 2003
    Ahh, maybe you just should've stayed out for a cuppa or something else. But your garden must've been glad. ;-)