Going Green

Our old little house on Emerson Street is a far cry from what many people think of when they hear of green homes. Built in 1903, it defies all the practices that make going green such a responsible thing to do for our environment.

Rick, however, has recently begun his own idea of going green. His job as a 911 operator is a roller coaster of emotions on a daily basis. Hearing about some of the calls he takes makes me cringe more often than giggle. He seems, at least on the outside, to take it all in stride. I know that’s not always the case.

Rick has decided our house needs more green. More plants, that is. It’s an easy and cheap way to liven up a space without destroying the pocket book. And it’s also a new hobby for him to counteract the negative emotions with something positive: tending to a living thing he can actually nurture after a taxing day of dealing with people at their worst.

I’m all good with this, for the most part. I like how he has slowly transformed our small living space with new plants and a few new pots.

There is one pot in particular, however, that I’m still “getting to know”:


And what should his name be?

I’m not sure how to feel about this new friend. He sits on a ledge right next to our dinner table-which doubles as our desk. On a good day, I feel as though he is my confidant, ready to listen to my meanderings about life. On a tough day, however, I feel as though he is judging me; seeing directly through me with those penetrating eyes.

“Why can’t you figure out what to write about? Staring at the screen and flipping back and forth between pages on the internet is not going to get your writing/planning/bills/ done.”

“Should you be snapping all that food? I can see you. Tsk. Tsk.”

“Don’t just leave your plate on the table. Take the extra minute now to put it in the dishwasher.”

We’ll see where this goes. If this pot friend stays here or is better off in another part of the house. (The closet?)

Just now, as I struggled to get through my morning checklist, I turned him around to look out the window.

How rude of me. What must he be thinking now?




11 thoughts on “Going Green

  1. I thoroughly appreciate the “manifestation” of the inside voice in the pot…or at least this is, in part, the voice that rumbles around in my head, with a few variations!

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  2. What a compelling and entertaining slice! Thank you for inviting us in. From this line on “I’m not sure how to feel about this new friend.” I feel you entirely: the warming phase, the insecurity, the wanting to find a peaceful solution. I am charmed and so glad I found this post today!

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  3. Great story with great voice! And…I think you should name him Clay. I believe Clay enjoys the outdoors and is an avid bird watcher, so facing the window is ideal for him! You made his day! 😉

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