Well, reader, you will obviously be expecting a Christmas pomegranate recipe so I’ll give you one, my favorite, but this only started my thoughts for a blog.
Seed a pomegranate, rinse and drain. Pour them, sparkling red, into a small, colorful Christmas bowl, place that in the center of an appetizer platter with all your other favorite Christmas snacks, add a cute spoon, and watch them disappear!
Even though I looked up the easiest way to seed a pomegranate on Google, it was still time-consuming – though not nearly as much as the old way I was doing it before! (Old way: peeling random sections of skin off, gently digging into a seed section, peeling off pulp, and so forth).
I got to thinking about things that take a lot of your time, but are worth the result – both in color and flavor, like pomegranates! There are a lot of these, but one of my favorites under this category is marriage.
Today I took my husband outside to show him things that had accumulated on the property since we finished several yard and house projects in the spring and summer months. Things that need to go to recycle centers or the burn pile in the field, or the trash can. I know, from being married to him so long, that I would have to do this delicately. This is because my husband is a collector and he actually fears throwing things away that might come in handy someday. Additionally, he grew up in a cluttered home on cluttered property – having had a hard-working, single mom who didn’t have time or money to give to her home and for whom neatness was not so very important. Hoarding….saving….these were values she passed on to her three children….probably because she was a young child during the depression, and childhood life skills are not soon forgotten.
My husband’s own childhood values too, are not soon forgotten. He is comfortable with clutter: I am not! Take, for example, his bathroom counter. I have to scrub mine shiny fairly often and put away accumulated jewelry, hairbands or coins that I leave there. I can’t stand a dirty or cluttered bathroom countertop or sink for very long.
My man, on the other hand, saves things like movie ticket stubs, every receipt for every item he has purchased for the last 12 months, tiny nails, screws from wood projects, every key he has ever owned, faded unframed school pictures of grandkids with spots of toothpaste and water spray from his sink, and so many other miscellaneous, NOT-bathroom-related items that I cannot count them all. And he likes to leave them all on his bathroom counter….to lie amidst layers of dust, water spots, toothpaste spray and soap splatter, shavings of white antipersperant that missed his armpits, alongside empty or near-empty contac solution containers…oh yes and did I say empty antipersperant rollers because he might be able to get one more wipe to the “pit”, from the empty mini-post-holes in the containers’ applicators? The only surface left uncluttered is the sink bowl itself, and it is covered with said toothpaste and soap splatter, which are also liberally splashed on the mirror.
I remember the first time I couldn’t stand it anymore so I cleaned his bathroom counter off, sorting and putting away everything, throwing away trash like candy wrappers and shirt tags he’d torn off, then moving things I knew he was saving to a more hidden place on a shelf in his closet (three steps away and through a door). WWIII broke out! This was HIS stuff and HIS space and how DARE I touch it! At first I thought, wow, what was in those receipts he was afraid I’d see? Because I could not imagine such a reaction from simply moving and cleaning and telling someone EXACTLY where everything was. But, really, he was ready for me to pack a bag and go stay at my mom’s!
I’m sure my reaction was not so kind, I recall words like “ridiculously high value placed on bathroom counter collections”, and “ludicrous attachment to an insane use of a bathroom counter”….yeah not real helpful… for him. But intensely satisfying for me.
But that was many many years ago. Now, every four to six months, when I absolutely cannot stand it any longer, I ask my man if he would MIND cleaning his bathroom counter, and he does it. Never to my satisfaction, but the receipts get moved to the shelf in the closet, the little things get SORT of categorized and placed in the oblong-shaped woven basket I put there for him. A three-tiered bathroom “rack” holds his medicines, contac solutions, and things that clearly don’t belong on a bathroom counter, but what the hey at least they’re not ON the counter surface, and one can actually see the tile.
Did I mention that our countertops are beautiful – a gorgeous blue tile that simply glows when clean and polished!?
Like the patience needed to seed a pomegranate, I had to decide to use great patience with a man who loves me dearly, but who has an inordinate affection for clutter and the items he clutters with. Did I mention sentiment is also part of the attachment? I had never met anyone before who felt sentimental about things like receipts, movie ticket stubs, keys to places and cars long gone and notes I’d scribbled to him in a hurry…at least not sentimental enough to keep them on a bathroom counter! Nor met someone who didn’t mind when these items get covered with water and soap scum/splatter….until the paper items are no longer readable! It just seems insane to me. To attempt to understand my man and to keep peace in my marriage, I had to compromise and use great patience … to be tolerant of someone very, very different from myself, and diametrically opposed to what “normal” in my own life….and for most people I personally know!
Now, take the bathroom counter scenario, add a 2-car garage, every tool a man could possible have or want that would both fit and NOT fit into it, and five acres that surrounds a very large home.
If I told you it’s been a twelve-year battle since we moved into this house, would you believe me? I’m thinking yes.
But let me tell you the wonderful things about him! He is very intelligent, he is a design engineer for a leading electronics company. He has several patents under his name, travels to distant places, is responsible for saving his company millions of dollars by designing electronics as frugally as possible.
But I have seen his workspace at work, too! The only time it is neat and clean is when he is required to move his cubicle to another part of the building with his team. The rest of the time, it’s just like his bathroom counter – expanded multiple times the surface space.
My husband is also a very loving man. He is deeply in love with me, and he married me when I had three young boys to finish raising, becoming the father they never had (who had deserted them and moved states away). They are all grown now with children of their own, and we are all very close as a family.
One of his nicknames is “Mr Christmas” because that is his favorite holiday and he goes “all out” with decorations – lights inside and out. It was so contagious that I became his full-on decorating partner and we have a GREAT time getting our house ready every year….to the ooooh’s and aaaaaaaw’s of family because we try to never do it the same.
Another of his nicknames is “always the teacher” because he used every opportunity to teach about anything musical or scientific – his two academic loves. He would get the kids up on Saturday mornings, and instead of cartoons, they got to watch him draw lines, scales, notes, and chords on a white board in the living room to the sounds of a lecture on music theory. Our five children were all required to take piano for at least five years before they could switch to another instrument or form of musical expression. Grumbling through those years, but grateful today, he is still “ever the teacher” to them, and now, to the grandchildren.
I wonder, sometimes, are there any other men (or women) out there who are such a dichotomy of personalities? I’ve met other engineer’s wives who complain of similiar eccentric values and behaviors, but none quite so extreme as my husband’s – perhaps, however, they are lying? I am laughing because I have told so very few people how cah-razy he really can be sometimes. (I haven’t even told YOU everything!)
Marriage is a lot of work when you are much alike with your mate, but when you have diametrically-opposed values in any category, it takes a lot of talking (calmly, whenever possible), a desire to hold back sarcasm, and an ear to listen to reasons that make absolutely no sense when you ask “why”. It takes a relentless pursuit of forgiveness…and letting yourself forget things said in the heat of the moment….on both sides.
It also keeps life colorful and interesting…how boring would it be if we never had any conflicts, any completely opposite ideas about things? And how would we learn to live with people very different from ourselves, in our own home, so that we can be far more tolerant of those who don’t live with us? I think marriage is the practice ground for everyday tolerance, for everyday compromise and for learning selflessness that is truly self-LESS.
I will say more about this later, but let this be a start. I would love any feedback from compadres married to men (or women) with similiar goods and similiar evils!