If I Were A Tree
Tina Leonard January 3, 2010
I don't do change well. I like stability and loyalty, avoid dysfunction and
distraction. If I were a tree, I guess I'd be some kind of Japanese bonsai,
slow-growing, evergreen. I've always dreamed of having a bonsai collection. They
are lovely plants in many variations, but I prefer the ones that look like small
juniper trees. The angled, stretched-out branches always look so peaceful.
Having caught the tail end of the sixties, I suppose peace feels good to me. Or
maybe I am just a stream that doesn't care for rocks to disturb my glass-smooth
serenity. But despite this love of tranquility, I found myself putting my house on the
market not once but twice this year. The first time was a misery. It was
February, and we'd just gotten the toilet paper out of the lawn from a vigorous,
enthusiastic rolling that had been performed in our live oak trees.
Unfortunately, it rained violently right after the fabulous papering job, and
the tissue paper glued to the rough live oak bark like white mold. Sodden
clumps stuck to the pebbled sidewalk, a papier mache that was impossible to
remove. It looked as if a sewer had blown up in our yard. So we waited out the
paper snowstorm, picking bits of tissue daily from the lawn, sidewalk and trees,
and three weeks later put the For Sale sign in the yard. It rained a lot and was very cold during most of the showings. We had an offer a
few weeks later, but couldn't find a house for our family to move into quickly
as no one was selling a house in a down housing market if they didn't have to.
The buyer wanted our house in two weeks and that was a deadline we couldn't
meet, so we took the house off the market. The family was devastated by this near-miss, with the exception of my husband.
Secretly, he was thrilled. We are parsimonious by nature and had paid very
little for our house sixteen years ago, and my husband knew he was within ten
years of being mortgage-free. With one child in college, one in a private high
school, and having purchased three cars in one year, the man of the house was
feeling pretty good about leaving his armchair just where it was. For years I'd been thinking about writing in a different genre, so I resumed
tackling that. In September, I began looking for a new agent. None of these were
easy decisions, but they were changes that had to be made. Yet I thought I could
catch a whiff of change still in the air, so I began working forward. It takes
me about a month to write a column, so I stored up a few, just in case. Then I learned that the convict who had been living behind us had a shot at
getting out of jail. I was not happy with this news. The summer morning he'd
been arrested, the police had come with firearms drawn between the houses to
arrest him. At that moment, my son had been outside on the patio stomping on
bugs, and the realization that there had been only a thin wooden fence between
him and drawn firearms kickstarted the panic I'd only recently begun to forget. I felt I had no choice, and on the second day of October, put the house back on
the market. My kids were happy, my husband very sad to realize that he just
might end up with a tax-credit buyer--and this time, I'd found a house I wanted
which would, in fact, mean an increase in his mortgage payments, though not by
much. He looked like a man on the way to a shopping mall—hung-dog and dreary. My
last words to my real estate agent as the listing went live were, "If we don't
have a buyer by December 1st, we'll probably take the house off the market for
the holidays." The next night we were sitting on the sofa in our evening lounge wear. At
eight-thirty our doorbell rang. It was our neighbor, and he was interested in
buying our house. We didn't really take him all that seriously. We'd barely had
the house on the market twenty-four hours. But the next day we got a very good offer. My husband panicked. We ran out and
put an offer on a house I hated but which he loved, only to find there was
basically a lake underneath that house. We tried to take our house back off the
market again because our neighbors wanted to move in thirty days, and we felt
there was no way we could find another home, go through all the inspections, and
meet the closing deadline in time. It was the middle of the fall, and our son
was about to take his PSAT exams. We had no idea where we'd go. We hadn't even
been looking—except for a house I'd found in August which was, still,
miraculously on the market. It was four doors down from my husband's sisters,
which delighted me. I was very interested in being closer to family, our church,
the stores that I frequented. But my husband had been deaf to my pleas for so
long that I'd begun to give up on ever being in town. And I wasn't sure what was
holding him back on the little house I wanted. It was no dream home, perhaps,
but I knew it could be much different than it was. It had been on the market a
couple years before and hadn't sold--perfect for me and my frugal nature,
because I seem to be a fixer-upper kind of girl. I like a challenge, and this
house had plenty. Best of all, it was only fifteen minutes away from my son's
school, as opposed to forty. On cold, dark mornings, sending a newly-licensed
teenager who'd been up studying late into bad weather had been wrecking that
serenity I prefer. There were ripples in my pond, and I wanted a change. Reluctantly, my husband offered on the house I had wanted for nearly four
months. Words can't describe the joy I felt at knowing that the little house I
wanted might soon be mine. The changes hit in earnest. My husband wanted new floors put in and some rooms
painted. I scurried around to line up workmen. I ordered movers and began boxing
things up. Suddenly, my neighbors were throwing us a going away gathering. And
then, the day before Thanksgiving, the movers pulled up in front of our new house. Now, every fairy tale has its villains, and this fairy tale of change certainly
has its warts. The movers took out our old mailbox and our neighbor's with their
eighteen-wheeler, leaving nothing behind but rubble and us with red faces. At
the new house, the furnace on the side of the house where my daughter's new room
was wouldn't turn on. She came home from college the day we moved in with a
sinus infection. Miserable, she huddled underneath the electric blanket,
thankful for that, but feeling sicker than I've ever seen her. The sink stopped
up and stayed half full of water for four days, and the dishwasher did not work.
I have learned my lesson about putting spaghetti down the disposal, and that
there is an on/off valve that directs the water for the dishwasher. We put our
twenty-one-year-old refrigerator in the garage while we waited two weeks for the
new one to be delivered, so we'd troop outside in the cold darkness, dodging
moving boxes and squeezing between the fridge door and the car to grab what we
needed. When you've got a sick kid and it's cold in the house, the sink is
clogged, and the dishwasher doesn't work, time begins to crawl. One night we
ordered pizza, and the pizza never came. They called to say the manager was
driving around with it in his car, but it never arrived. My husband and I
laughed, said we had new house moving blues, and determined to hang on. But none of us ever said "what were we thinking?" I was too enamored of my new
house. Every day I was totally overjoyed with it. I busied myself unpacking
boxes. My son helped like a trooper. My husband, who must have had his doubts as
the bills rose, complained only tokenly. My daughter went back to college,
saying that she thought the new house was "awesome." That's what I thought, too. Eventually we got the heat fixed, the dishwasher,
and the sink. Things began to smooth out. And on the second day of December,
exactly one week after we'd moved in and precisely two months after we'd put up
the For Sale sign, my son called down the hall, "Mom, did you know it's snowing?" Sure enough, a one inch crust of snow lay on the ground, clean and sparkling. I
sent my teenager off to school, thankful that he was only driving fifteen
minutes on city roads as opposed to forty minutes on highways. Now, nearly three weeks into life in the new house, everything is much smoother.
The Christmas tree has been tried in three spots, and a location finally chosen
if not agreed upon unanimously. The stockings are hung, dangling from tiny hooks
left by the previous owners. Amidst the sense of holiday, I look forward to the
relative unknown of the new year. Once again, I relish the peace of calm and
tranquility of a glass-smooth pond. I will always be a lover of stodgy routine.
But I have to admit, the occasional ripple is refreshing, too. Reading, reading: First, A BOLD FRESH PIECE OF
HUMANITY by Bill
O'Reilly—growing up autobios are always fun! He's just as bombastic a
personality in writing as he is on television. Following him through his
childhood and college years/early career decisions is engaging because he's just
as hard on himself as any of his much-lauded nuns who helped keep him in line.
Next, to clear out the writing cobwebs—or again, for more self-effacing
autobiographical insight--ON
WRITING, by Stephen
King, is a wonderful treatise on the topic from the master. Munchin' On Popcorn: On Christmas Day we headed out to see Sherlock
Holmes—we really enjoyed it! Robert Downey Jr. is always wonderfully
mesmerizing. Then,
from the classic vault, BROADWAY
BILL with Myrna Loy for a wonderful horse story/coming of
age/romance—I cheered for Broadway Bill to win the race, and cried at the
inevitable conclusion. Wonderful popcorn and hot tea movie on a cold night! Funny Lady: "I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered.
But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a
bed, but fine up against a wall."~~Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady of the United
States from 1933 to 1945 Comment any time during the month of January to be eligible for the drawing of
three five dollar Amazon e-certs, chosen by Fresh Fiction! Until next time, Tina Leonard Tina
Leonard has a publishing history of more than forty projects.
With sales of over a million books, she is also a Bookscan and Borders
bestselling author. Tina enjoys family, friends, researching projects, and a
good glass of wine when she's not on deadline. She's hoping to go through her
classic movie collection in January, reorganize some closets, and plot a new
book. A COWBOY FROM
CHRISTMAS PAST is her latest release. You can find out more about Tina at www.tinaleonard.com.
Comments
33 comments posted.
Re: If I Were A Tree
My Grandfather used to say what will be, will be. You were meant to be in that house right from the start. (Barbara Hanson 9:20am January 3, 2010)
Change is always crazy, time consuming, irritating and scary (a little). But it always seems to work out for the best. (Lauri Coates 11:37am January 3, 2010)
Wow! I thought we had a rollcoaster of a ride trying to sell our house. (Sherry Russell 1:33pm January 3, 2010)
Yes, change is usually scary to people and we all would love to have that smooth glass pond but we all need trials and tribulations in our Life to make us stronger and appreciate our GOD and our Life alot better. Things can always get worse but keeping Positive through the hard times makes us more of a Success in our lifetime. (Cecilia Dunbar Hernandez 5:28pm January 3, 2010)
I too hate change. We have been in the same house(although we have remodeled parts of it 3 times)for 30 years and expect to be there 30 more years (Lisa Richards 7:06pm January 3, 2010)
I also hate change and moving! 6 yrs ago we were moving and I was terrified, but after the move life seemed so much better and less complicated than it had before, so I agree sometimes change can be rewarding (Candy Gorcsi 12:28pm January 4, 2010)
I also hate change and moving! I have problems with anxiety and any change (even minute ones in my daily routine) often puts me on edge. It is very difficult for me right now as my husband was recently laid off from his job and is currently looking for work. This uncertainty I hate! (Cheryl Bradley 4:12pm January 4, 2010)
Congratulations on your new home and I'm glad it all worked out. (Maureen Emmons 4:15pm January 4, 2010)
Congratulations on the new house! I got my fill the first 6 years of marriage moved 11 times. By year 9 we had bought a house and have been here going on 31 years. I never thought I would stay in one place this long (raised a marine brat!) But I am firmly entrenched in this home. I will die here and that is a good thing! (Kimberley Coover 11:17am January 5, 2010)
Change is hard for me too. I think I's because I no longer feel I have control and am vulnerable -it scares me! (Annette Mendez 2:19pm January 5, 2010)
Sometimes change isn't a bad thing. When I was 13 we moved accross town into a new and larger house. We probably never would have left the house we had been in but a couple a years earlier my older brother had been killed in an accident and my Mom couldn't take driving by the neighbor's house where the accident took place. The move could have been a sad time leaving the memories and all but the day after the move we were having guests in from England. By the time they got there all the boxes were empty, the furniture in place and the pictures on the walls. We didn't have time to be sad. (Elizabeth Mitchell 2:49pm January 5, 2010)
I agree that change isn't a bad thing sometimes. I got laid off from work yesterday. I feel uncertainty but I see that this may be a blessing in disguise. I have been wanting to go back to school to get my MBA but I was procrastinating for whatever reasons. (Michelle Stewart 10:45pm January 6, 2010)
I like a tranquil pond as well, but change usually signifies a need for something different, for whatever reason. (Deborah Anderson 10:40am January 7, 2010)
Congrats on the new house! Change is definitely hard but often turns out to be a good thing (Raelena Pavey 2:07am January 8, 2010)
I hate change...but its a fact of life!!!! Moving into a new house always feels like a fresh start!! (Cara Fisher 8:09am January 11, 2010)
I'm impressed with how many changes you were able to handle in such a short amount of time, especially since you don't like change and because selling/buying houses is NEVER fun. A necessary evil, yes. Fun, no. Congrats on making it htrough so well! (Michelle St. James 5:29pm January 11, 2010)
So glad everything worked out well for you....Wishing you a very happy, healthy, safe and prosperous new year! (Ruby Davis 12:34pm January 12, 2010)
Change is hard, but surviving it makes us stronger! Wishing you a smooth road ahead. (Sue Ahn 2:27am January 12, 2010)
I've had so much change growing up that it was something that I was adapted to. Now on the other hand, I would prefer minimal! (Ula Longtin 7:38am January 12, 2010)
My wife and I recently moved and it was a stressful but joyful time for us. (Jeffrey Russell 10:50am January 14, 2010)
A little change can be good. Hope you make lots of wonderful memories in your new home. (Krista Kimmel 10:07am January 16, 2010)
Enjoyed your column. Enjoy the upcoming spring in your new home! (Sharon Galligar Chance 11:29am January 16, 2010)
My mom had one of those bonzai trees and I mourn the fact that I don't know what became of it. Small, pieceful, needing little care -- untouched by those household disasters and stresses. Great column! (Lynn Bushey 12:15pm January 16, 2010)
If my life were a bonsai, I'd have been replanted many times, had my shape completely redone at least half a dozen times, and nobody would be exactly sure which species I originally came from or which one I belonged to today. Life is about change, and I find that only by opening my mind and actively embracing that change can I ever truly be happy. I look at change as the oportunity to grow. (Donna Holmberg 6:45pm January 16, 2010)
I too rebuke change. The Bible warns not to be tossed about by every wind of doctrine: (Ephesians 4:14) “That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive.” 1. Wind defined: “variability and emptiness of teaching” – Thayer 2. Many today are like those in the days of Isaiah the prophet, they do not want the straight truth, they want the “smooth things” (Isaiah 30:9-10). C. The word “change” defined: “to make different in some particular : ALTER b : to make radically different : TRANSFORM c : to give a different position, course, or direction to.” – Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary. MeMetu AT Go DOT com (Lenae Schwartz 4:52pm January 17, 2010)
Wow...house buying, selling and moving is very stressful indeed. Glad you weathered that change! I'd have to say I'm not much for a variation in my life's routine either...unless it's to get ready for a vacation...but that, too, seems stressful...:> I'm pretty much a homebody and enjoy the routine of coming home from work, changing clothes, taking care of the 3 cats and then lying in bed with a great book to read. Hope I never have to change that routine no matter where I live. Enjoyed your story here. Hey, authors are people, too, with all the same problems as the rest of us...:> Thanks for entering me in your contest. (Cecilia Huddleston 1:49pm January 21, 2010)
You are braver than I would be (Patricia Kasner 7:42pm January 23, 2010)
Change is good. That's what everyone says but when we are going through change it feels anything but good. Yet, the true is, everything changes. It's nature and we have to learn how to roll and adjust with the new change. (Maude Allen 10:42pm January 23, 2010)
I've lived in the same house for 29 years. The mere thought of packing up all this clutter is enough to send me to bed with a new book. I loved E.R.'s rose comment. (Sharon Mitchell 10:17pm January 24, 2010)
With movement changes in yourself and those around you happen and the ability to learn more and grow increases. You do figure out what to keep and what to pass on when doing all that moving. Here's hoping you can settle down again. (Alyson Widen 10:04am January 25, 2010)
I like change if I am the one who initiates it. At least you didn't say you were a weepng willow tree. (Joy Isley 2:56pm January 25, 2010)
I can't decide if I like change or not. I guess it depends on what is changing. (Rachael Haas 6:16am January 30, 2010)
I tend to be not so good with change (I get set in my ways and then get stubborn), but I think being open to change keeps us in the flow of things and being able to accept it makes life a lot more pleasant! Thanks for such a thoughtful column! (Fedora Chen 2:06am January 31, 2010)
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