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Trina Machacek: A Wrong World

There’s something comfortable about flying on the seat of my pants through most of my life. I know there are important things that need to be taken care of with adult thoughts and actions. But! Yes, a fly from “but”. Life has to be fun for the most part. It’s so short.

However, there are times when little things can make me giggle. So much so that I like to just let some little things go on and on. Like a plant I have in my house. I don’t like houseplants that much. I got rid of some when my husband died. They belonged more to him than to me. It was a conscious decision to go houseplant-free. It was truly an act of mercy to plants. I wasn’t a good plant do-gooder and it didn’t take long for her green this and that to look pretty poor. So they went out. Then a friend gave me an orchid. AARRGGHH.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated the gesture and did my best to grow the pretty flowering thing. It bloomed for a very long time. I even read up on it a bit to make sure I gave him every chance to live my inability to develop skills. Then the blooming stuff stopped and it was a green thing. I continued to water her once a week.

Some people told me to just add an ice cube to the pot once a week. I was thinking about it. Then I poured it in the sink with the faucet and filled the pot to the brim once a week. OK, I’ll admit I thought it took more than a silly ice cube because I live in the desert. Yes, I’ve killed quite a few desert cactus from overwatering. But that was a flower. Don’t all flowers need lots and lots of water?

Well, the orchid wouldn’t die. Not that I tried to see it up in orchid heaven. But I have this philosophy. As for plants, they had better be willing to live in spite of me, not because of me. This crazy plant is still alive. So I got a bigger pot and some orchid soil. Now? Oh you should see it It’s bigger and greener than it should be because I’m not a good indoor gardener. I’m really amazed that it’s still alive with me.

There’s only one problem. I think there should be some kind of finger or stalk or whatever you would call that thing growing where the flowers would pop out and give me a show. It refuses to breed the flower-bearing and flowering things. It started growing like a kind of root that sprout at the bottom of the plant, but at the top of the ground, and then these root things grow down. As roots should. Except for two. I figured these two finger looking things started and grew and would be the things that the flowers would find as homes. You know, you show me your appreciation for the water, the bigger pot and the orchid soil. nope!

I just watered it and these two skinny finger things are growing up. Like they’re looking for something to stick their little heads into to grow. But they’re growing up, not down, and have been for months. I assume that at some point they will become “the plant that Trina ate”. Why are we doing, OK, why am I doing this? Let this plant rule me? It really gives me the heebie geebies when I look at it. But I can’t bring myself to cut off the fingers or whatever. I mean come on It does its best to do what it does. I really don’t think it knows what to do with the way it’s growing.

Life has a way of turning things upside down. Without trying or thinking, I sometimes find myself in situations that have no meaning or reason. I recently went through a life transition. We all have these times in life. Whether out of the blue or you see them coming. I put a lot of thought and time into finding out what on earth happened. Finally, I just let go of “it”. I couldn’t rotate things to stand figuratively upright. Like that silly orchid. It goes so far that I like to just let my situation and the plant figure it out for myself while I wait and observe.

I love that life works upside down and right side up. Both are interesting paths, aren’t they?

Trina Machacek lives in Eureka. Her books are available online wherever you buy books, or email her at [email protected] to purchase autographed copies.

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