Opposite Ends of the Spectrum

I will start on the happy end where my heart is full. I stopped to drop off essential oils for my sister in law to my brother on Wednesday. While we were talking he mentioned that I should put some air in my front tire because it looked low.  I always think it looks low and usually it’s fine but with the temperature change I figured it couldn’t hurt. I dropped the girl off for her night class and I headed to the Honda store. Why the Honda store? I have no idea? It is not a place I have ever picked before…ever. I honestly have no idea why I took my car there but I am so glad I did. I walked in and talked to a younger man and he said sure no problem I just have to finish up with this customer and I will check your tires for you. While I waited I noticed that everyone was starting to leave. I asked the older gentleman “you close at 6, right?” He responded “No ma’am, we close at five. The sales team is here until 6.”  That’s when I said “I didn’t know that, I can come back tomorrow.” He assured me it was fine. The younger man brought in my car around 5:15 and started checking pressures. It seemed that all of the tires were low but that one back one was exceptionally low. He tested it….took it off the car…plugged it….and patched it. There was a roofing staple in there and that was causing a slow leak. I am fairly certain that if I would have taken my car anywhere else they would have put some air in and sent me on my merry way, especially if they were closed. I had no idea that the back tire was even low! I didn’t think that there were people like that left in this world. Whenever I do happen to stumble across it I get overwhelmed with gratitude. I almost cried more than once. The girl who takes the money was long gone and when I asked if they wanted my information to bill me (I have been there before for an oil change) they looked at me and said “don’t worry about it….Merry Christmas. Who does that?

You better believe that I went home and baked some dark chocolate brownies with fresh cranberries and dark chocolate chips to take to them with some of my handiwork the next day. When I delivered on Thursday during lunch the older gentleman said “yep, this girl is definitely a maker.” I wanted to make sure they knew how much I appreciated them and their hard work.

I never had a chance to fill you in on last weekends activities. There were so many different events happening at the same time so I had to pick and choose. My friend NF was participating in a newer craft show in a fancy old building. She has always been super supportive and has shown up to almost every essential oil class/party/craft show I have ever had so she was a priority. I purchased some gifts from her and this other lady who made beautiful bird food wreaths. I will study the bird feeder wreath before I gift the one and put out the other. This idea is too perfect to not copy. When I say copy I mean for me…not for resale….I can figure out how to make most things.

Speaking of birds….after this stop we headed down to the gardens for a backyard birding seminar. It was very informative and many of the people I met at the naturalist informational event were there as well.  That was how I ended my vacation…no more fun…back to work.

Remember how I mentioned my allergic reaction to the frozen pasta we had at out Christmas party? Well, this was the worst reaction ever! Sunday and Monday I ended up with hives in addition to the bags under my eyes. Here is what the bags looked like on Thursday….

So horrible! It’s been a week and it still looks like this…so embarrassing. All of this from the crap they put in our food! I didn’t have any reaction from the homemade pasta. What in the world am I going to do if I have to make everything from scratch? Who has time for that???

Now it’s time to tell you about the “icky” side of the spectrum. Do you remember that lady from book club that ambushed the owners at my last pop up?  The one who we have discussed ghosting numerous times over the years? It came to a head last night….

We decided to have a Christmas party book club this year. We haven’t had one the last three years because “icky” has a problem with Christmas. As a group we had decided to skip December instead of making her feel uncomfortable. After her behavior at my pop up we discussed it again and decided to have a Christmas party anyway. She chose to show up which made our gathering uncomfortable to say the least. We tried to do our gift exchange while she was in line getting her food so she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

We discussed the book and then moved on to other topics. Somebody brought up the topic of Baby it’s Cold Outside. We all agreed that the world had gone mad except for “icky”.  I have said before that I wear my heart on my sleeve and maybe you don’t really know how true that statement is….every emotion I experience shows on my face…. When she said “I think that song is icky” I looked at her….I looked at her hard. Have you ever been drinking and you were just at that point where you were starting to get a buzz and you had to concentrate really hard on what someone is saying? That is exactly how my brain felt….only I was drinking water and a tiramusu latte….there was no alcohol involved….only pent up anger. I looked at her incredulously and said “icky?” I must have repeated myself three times before I bit my tongue and turned to the person on my left. She jumped up from the table and grabbed her purse. The girl said “you forgot your pen.” Icky snarled in a hateful tone “it’s out!”  The girl looked at her kind of funny and said “yeah, that’s why I am telling you.” The girl thought she meant it’s “out” of her purse. SB had to explain to the girl after “ickys” abrupt departure that she meant it was out of ink. The girl learned a lot last night.

Icky proceeded to post a passive aggressive quote on Facebook that we all knew was directed at us. As a group we all agreed on what to say. Thankfully SB is calmer and more eloquent than I am. “After you left, we discussed your abrupt departure and decided that maybe our book club is not the best fit. Best wishes….”

She responded with something about being hurt and stunned about being openly insulted that she had to remove herself as a form of self preservation. I….openly insulted her with my stunned face when I repeated her “icky” back to her. Apparently there is some part of me that can hold back because the inner me was screaming “You don’t get to have an opinion about a Christmas song!!!!!” We have given up three years of Christmas cheer to coddle your crazy!! Four years ago we gave small trinkets at our December book club and she acted like we had given her the Ebola virus. I think the next time a stranger wants to join our book club we need to have a psych eval paper for them to fill out. We are a drama free zone and as the founder and leader it is my job to make sure it stays that way.

There is part of me that feels bad. I didn’t dislike her…she was quirky, funny and kind of odd, but that added to her charm. Last night I tried to count the conversations the group has had about how to get rid of her nicely and I couldn’t, there were too many. She was toxic to our group and this was a long time coming. We have never kicked anyone out of our book club before….I don’t like the way it feels….Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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