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2: Post Postscript

Updated on December 16, 2012

Continued Story. . .

Please start by reading first segment of story: 1: A Postscript

"Beech Grove" - by Paul Turner Sargent - (1880-1946)
"Beech Grove" - by Paul Turner Sargent - (1880-1946)

A Little Clearing In The Woods

And so we entered the deep woods and trekked along awhile, but he soon realized I was slowing him down, as I tried to pick my way along and through unfamiliar - nay, - totally foreign tangled ground cover, shod in my inappropriate shoes for the situation. Misery was also beginning to accompany the trek, as I became more apprehensive by the moment and more chilled to the bone. I wondered if it would ever end or would this woods become the scene of my demise before it ended on a less ghastly note!

So he left me in a slight clearing, where I sat down on a tree stump, trying to get a few rays of the sun at its long slanted, heat diffusing angle at that time of year in that part of the globe, the heat residue of which barely filtered through the remaining autumn leaves, as I tried to snuggle myself and hoped to minimize my surface exposure by almost curling up in a fetal position while sitting there on that hard lumpy stump, crying my eyes out. Oh, to have had a HandyCam for that scene! It would have been classic comedy - for the sadistic spectator! Of course, there was no such entity as Sony company then, much less a HandyCam! The videos displayed are late-vintage products.

Southern Indiana picturesque outdoors Scenario

What was I doing there anyway? I could've been shot!

There was a plethora of anomalies about the entire fiasco. Bear in mind that I come from a much warmer climate where September in Texas is among our hottest months.. It stays quite warm here even long after September, in fact.

As mentioned, I had chosen my trousseau carefully. Knowing we were to visit his home stomping grounds and mingle with many relatives and friends of a lifetime, I had attempted to allow for its cooler latitude in September while considering probable kinds of activities. There was no Google to ask about customs and the Britannica or the Atlas failed to reveal any help.

So what I didn't know was the types of activities I might be engaging in, So it had to be a basic and interchangeable set of things which could be dressed up or down for any occasions. For more casual ones, I'd packed some light-weight black wool gabardine slacks, a lightweight ivory cotton turtle-neck and a light-weight natural suede jacket. These items could go from one end of the "casual" spectrum to the other and not be too warm for indoors or too cool for outdoors, I hoped Even if I had known more about this particular activity, though, or if I'd suspected it might be the tour de jour, I'd have had no idea what a deep woods was like, nor how dense it might be nor how much chillier than even the surrounding areas it would be! All I knew about woods I'd learned from the stories of Hansel and Gretel and Davey Crockett. I'd never seen an actual woods, unless a mesquite thicket counts! But I thought I'd anticipated and covered a variety of possibilities, as far as my wardrobe and other preparedness went. Wrong! So very wrong!

It didn't help much that when I arrived in his habitat among his people, I was a and continued to remain a minority of one who was something of an oddity throughout the marriage. No one took me under a wing to give help or tips. Wasn't that they were mean or didn't like me. They just didn't know what to do with me, I suppose. That was OK except that it wasn't always OK.

I might as well have been a visitor from another planet! Otherwise they might have warned me that I was not going to be warm enough in the woods, that I could have caught pneumonia, nor did I have appropriate shoes to be trekking around in 'those-there' woods where a stray bullet aimed at some speck of fur on a limb might have gotten me! So in fact they might have been even more helpful and a lot more OK to just have told me that quite obviously, the woods were no place for a slip of a girl who was from Alpha Centaurior wherever they thought it was - at all, any, ever, no way, never- uh -uh! Especially not on first day of squirrel season with jittery armed boys and men stalking around and shooting in the direction of twigs if stirred by the minimal breeze or if snapping from any cause!

It just never occurred to me to pack mukLuks OR a suit of armour for my honeymoon, to be perfectly honest! In retrospect I guess it would have sounded a bit kinky but back then, that wasn't even a possibility! Fact was, I'd never even heard of mukluks - or kinky! And cowboy boots and chaps would have been very little improvement in the woods and actually would have worked against me trying to walk on its tangled floor while dodging its briars and tangled underbrush, though they might have at least provided a little needed warmth!

Below is a brief video illustrating the "sport" of squirrel hunting in that area. I hesitated to include it, but compared to most others, it is fairly tolerable to watch if one's sensitivities aren't too delicate; not saying it won't anger some viewers - as it does me. If one is unfamiliar with what is involved, though, it does demonstrate a bit of an actual situation such as I was called upon to join on my honeymoon and perhaps will make my situation more understandable.

if I had packed mukLuks, I might have started singing "These Boots Were Made for walkin' " - perhaps back to Texas - and proceeded to do just that! Hindsight is so seldom of any use, though. ;-)

Yes, this really is a least offensive glimpse of squirrel hunting :-(

At least it hadn't started snowing as yet on that September day I was out "hunting"!.

So while he was off searching for squirrels to shoot, I was becoming the object of their pity and the audience for their antics nearby where I crouched and trembled on my woodsy stool until they had cheered me back into my normal outlook. Literally a bunch of the little creatures began to gather around me and they almost seemed to be trying to comfort me and perhaps even to be hoping to raise the temperature of the area a bit by contributing their mass presence to my clearing, even though they may have been alerted by their lookout that my groom was prowling the area with an agenda to kill the regulated daily limit of them for his pleasure and possibly his platter! Eventually I had to master the steps involved in preparing them for him to eat, in fact. But then I was still reeling from having to pluck a chicken in Home Ec class!

My Squirrels Enjoying Romping and Playing

When my squirrel buddies came out to cheer and befriend me, it was such an amazing uplifting experience that I literally stopped crying and burst out laughing!

I'm not sure if they understood the improvement in my outlook, but I guess they were satisfied that all was well with me, since they scampered back into hiding, lest some hunter happen by and take aim at them!

Can I help?
Can I help?


The precious lesson of the squirrels does remind me that good intentions, good will and determination win out in the end, no matter how bumpy the road.

I realize that I've learned a lot from squirrels, when I stop to think about it. Though they are vulnerable to predators, they remain frisky and optimistic, but ever wary. They tend to the things they can do and improve and steer clear of the things beyond their control. They're willing to lend comfort to a sad young bride in an unfriendly environment and a miserable predicament, even at some risk to themselves. Try don't hesitate to make it a more cheerful place, either! And we know that a momma squirrel's instincts are for her baby.

Is that a kind of karma, do you suppose?


See you in the woods. . .

We can stick together!
We can stick together!

Folks willll do what they're going to do and be who they really are.


I probably should have bailed out right then. But though it went from bad to worse I didn't believe in abandoning what I took on. I still had hopes and intentions of being what Solomon described as the worthy woman and wife as well as fulfilling everything I'd trained be be as a homemaker. As happens in life, though, attempting to build something strong and good on poor foundations is unwise and hoping to correct serious bad choices by sticking to them can seldom change the course they set. I regret some of my bad choices but sticking by my principles is never regrettable. Without them, other choices are merely actions on the stage of life.

One Step At A Time


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      David Walston 7 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000


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      msorensson 7 years ago

      We make decisions that are best at that time we make them, Nellieanna. The lessons and your relating them with the squirrels season was wonderful. Thank you. I enjoyed it very much.

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      SilverGenes 7 years ago

      The little squirrels that came out to cheer you up sounds like something from a Disney story. There you were, little Cinderella, sitting freezing on a stump in the deep woods trying so hard to get it right and never succeeding against such odds. They taught you well - look how shiningly beautiful you are today :)

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      The squirrels where at least your comfort as they milled around you in your plight, little did you know at the time that you would grow to love them more, even though they may be a nuisance at times, they are still wonderful little furry creatures and I would have no desire to shoot them, let alone eat them. Ritual or no ritual I think it was unfair of your beau to drag you out ill equipped and not dressed for the occasion. Me thinks he was a little squirrely. Nice read Nell, I am happy that you at least found comfort with the squirrels.

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      Hello, hello, 7 years ago from London, UK

      When I make a decision, I weigh it up ten times and yes it is right adn it looks right. Then I do it and bingo it is all wrong. Thank you for a lovely story.

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      Feline Prophet 7 years ago from India

      Oh had to learn how to cook them?!! That must have been like adding insult to injury.

      You've had such an eventful life, Nellieanna, but what I really appreciate is that you've retained your sense of humour through it all. And acquired so much wisdom along the way. :)

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      M Selvey, MSc 7 years ago from United Kingdom

      Nellieanna, such a beautifully written paradox here!

      You tried to do right by your decision and gave it your best which is nothing less than commendable. Shame on your husband for not meeting you even half way.

      I am just glad you did not get shot on this tour de jour! Even happier that you have retained such a wonderful sense of humor and great attitude. Good lesson from the squirrels. Don't get too soft on cute little guys. They still don't belong in your house :)

      Lovely story, great photos and video. I couldn't bear to watch the squirrel hunting one, though.

      Rated up and awesome!

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      suny51 7 years ago

      Hello, Nellianna mam-I shall read this story all over, because when I was there on last page I was so over awed that couldn't read it properly,I shall go back and come some time later again after doing that one.

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      Arthur Windermere 7 years ago

      Hey Nellie!

      Note to self: Do not leave bride in middle of woods on honeymoon.

      I joke, but that's pretty callous, actually. Honeymoon is time for warmth, lots of closeness, and even some of that kinky stuff you claim not to have known anything about.

      Speaking of gutting squirels (How many times have you heard a sentence start that way?) I recall reading somewhere that you can open the squirrel's stomach and harvest the already-chewed nuts. Good for decorating cakes, apparently. hehehe So, another note to self: don't eat nutty cakes in that part of the US.

      Anyhow, I liked the charming punchline, as it were, to your story. I liked it so much that I have a present for you:

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Awful Poet - or should it be changed to Aweful Poet? I need to read some of your poetry and find out! Thank you for dropping by and commenting. It's hard at time to say much when you don't really know the person, but "nice" is ALWAYS nice to hear! : - >

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Melinda - you know it, gf ! We are not always correct in sizing up a situation or sometimes we've paid attention to the trivial clues and missed the profound ones. But we learn the lessons and go on living and learning! As my mother sometimes mentioned "It's a great life if you don't weaken!" hehe. She was also fond of the one that says "Laugh and the world laughs with you; cry and you cry alone." I very rarely saw her crying -- softly and privately, but soon she would restore her spirit and be her shining self, smiling, creating and ready with a funny story.

      At times I wished she hadn't tried to distract me from pondering or wrestling with a problem by directing my attention to more constructive things. I guess I wanted her to comiserate with me. But you know what? - Those were vauable lessons, taught with love and with few words. One was to "know when to hold, know when to fold and know when to walk away", as the Kenny Rogers song says. The deeper lesson was learning to distinquish just what the situation is and what it calls for! That took much practice and experience though.

      Glad you enjoyed the story!!

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Alexandra - I guess it did have that Disneyesque quality, at that. : - > It did leave an impression on me.

      Amazing how many earlier Disney stories taught a lot. "Fantasia" was one which taught me something I should have interpreted better. Remember when Mickey Mouse as that character in the wizard's hat had those brooms just keep on carrying the buckets of water down the long staircase, pouring them out and going back again and again to do the same thing, because he had them hoodwinked under some misplaced idea that they HAD TO do that? It impressed me as a young kid, but I guess it took more experience to really "get it", that sometimes it's wise to question instructions or even to give up when it becomes clear that they're a bunch of stuff! LOL.

      Thanks for the visit and your beautiful compliments! And by the way - I have been noticing and enjoying your new profile photo too! I loved the other one, but this more recent one is just lovely!

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Ken, yes they were comforting little companions out there, and they also satisfied a bit of my belief that they deserve to live.

      Maybe being hunted without deserving to be gave them empathy for my plight. Or maybe forest creatures really do have pure hearts & souls.

      But oh - that my fearless leader had merely been a "beau" and not my legal husband already! If any of this had happened BEFORE the marriage and my commitment to it, it's conceivable that it all might have been averted.

      On another much earlier occasion, I found out in time when visiting the folks of a college beau. On this excursion his mother expected me to go wring a chicken's neck out back & pluck it - in the rain, even - for her to make for our meal. Let me add that rain in Spur, Texas just outside of Lubbock in itself was as unlikely as it was for me to "do in" that chicken or any other one!

      So she disapproved of me, of course & her son didn't even defend me. But whether or not those issues had arisen, it was finished for me & was content never to lay eyes on Spur, Texas again as long as I lived! So much for that beau P-E-R-I-O-D! It's often a family one marries, isn't it?

      Wise to look them over beforehand, as well as seeing the prospective mate in his natural habitat! Unfortunately his was a couple of thousand miles away in the case of the man I married who left me stranded in the woods. But it would have been a wise trip to make, nevertheless!

      Thanks for the good comments, Ken!

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      hello, hello - You made me laugh out loud,- only because it is so real and true and you minced no words telling it like it is! Great style!

      Sure, no matter how one deliberates a decision - it can run amuck. But each muck we run into headlong or deliberately, trains us a bit more for the next and the next!

      Thanks for the smile and the facts! Hugs

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      FP - yup. I did have to cook them - many a time during the marriage and life in that dreadful place. The only worse to cook "game" I had to cook was dove. I cooked rabbit, pheasanat, duck, quail and even some venison. At least the others had a little bit of substance but dove are just - birds, birds which should be singing in the trees and watching squirrels play!

      I guess the addiction to hunting helpless creatures may be a remnant of the necessity for primitive man to hunt for survival. uh huh. And I'm well aware of the arguments that now we all just let the farmers do the dirty work for us so we can acquire our meat neatly & prettily packaged in the stores.

      But it begins pall & to encourage my love of the carrots and squash which at least don't feel the pain of being plucked and eaten! And the more I see the reports of brutality in the raising of domestic animals for food now, the more it makes it seem even more horrific than hunting for one's dinner.

      Nothng is perfect though. I suspect that the main purpose if there is any to this life here on earth is to learn and become at least more humane, even if not ever approaching more divine in nature.

      Thanks for your, as always, most kind and thoughtful comments, dear friend.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Yes Margit - well noted - it is a paradox. So much is, though, isn't it? And in the long run I guess it's pity he deserves as much as if not more than shame. His limitations were effective, they are who he is and he missed ever knowing me, really - as well as others he should have known.

      OH - yes - I'm most happy not to have been shot that day! And fully intending to avoid danger zones - including those of wild animals - even cute furry ones - in my house!!

      Thanks for the visit, comments and ratings!

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Suny - I hope I didn't cause you any anquish! Not my intention, for sure. And if you re-read it - look for the humor in it as well as the seriousness, OK, my friend? I appreciate your reading and commenting! I'll look forward to your next visit to the hub.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Arthur - very good self-advice! You're most correct that honeymoons are not the time for abandoning your bride in unfamiliar territory and that if you wish to acquaint her with your interests in which she may be unversed elsewhere in more private and comfy quarters, that is much to be preferred! Make that a very prominant note to self!

      Honestly I've never heard a sentence kicked off exactly that way, but then - I was the one, after all, who brought the gutting of squirrels out in the open, I suppose. As far as the mere idea of harvesting anything from their innards, count me totally out. I need no note to remind me to not!!! It was all I could do to eat their meat, though a $10 a week food budget for a family of 4 can lower one's cuisine standards. On my own, though, I'd have just hunted for the raw nuts myself and added a few salad greens and called it a meal! grin.

      Thank you for the present! I just love the video of your pet squirrel making off with a piece of carton from your balcony!!! That is some kind of obstreperous aminal!! LOL (no, I'm not dyslexic there, just making a tepid funny!)

      (that does'nt preclude the purely accidental frequent typo here, though!)

      I looked at a couple of those other Ottawa squirrel videos while there. I'm overwhelmed with the beauty of their satiny black coats!! They look like show-squirrels! I wonder - is there a thoroughbred squirrel organization of some kind? Perhaps there should be!

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      Shadesbreath 7 years ago from California

      Aww, this is sweet. I'm glad you had them on your side. Having grown up as I did on a ranch, there was lots of killing of critters going on too. As a kid it was so trained in that it was almost made reflex. You had to do it or your very masculinity was at stake. I never liked it though. I had experiences like yours, encounters with critters that seemed more like we were supposed to be sharing the space at least a little more evenly that just outright slaughter. Maybe I should write a hub on that stuff. (I love reading your stuff, your memoir and De Greek's both have given me ideas.)

      Anyway, this was a really great story and I'm glad you shared it. I have to admit, I did have one laugh that I think you didn't mean. The line: "Seeing friendly squirrels is like a beacons saying they're always at the ready to serve."

      I bet if you go back and look at the proximity that line has to, well, just go look. I bet you'll see it and giggle too, given distance from the general aprehension of the experience, etc. :)

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      suny51 7 years ago

      Hello Nellianna Mam-I am not only enjoying the story immensely, every time I visit this one,let me count may be 6th, I find a lot of pleasure reading your comments as well,no lesser impressive.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Thank you for sharing a bit of your own earlier hunting experience, Shades. I fully understand about the measuring thing with boys. I notice that many men with the strongest of robust characters have the kindest of gentle hearts, too.

      I'm also aware that there are some pathetic cases which defy belief. One involves George's great grandson who will be 10 in September. His redneck dad plans to give him a hunting rifle (in Texas there's more emphasis on bigger game) and will take him hunting to celebrate it. His dad is violently opposed to any "soft" influences such as cultivating the boy's interest in music, art or any creative or intellectual pursuits. "NOT for MY SON!" was a memorable outburst from him when I once suggested we might give the boy something along those lines. He's even determined to make sure he doesn't like salads or fruit! Good grief!

      He & George's granddaughter have been divorced many years, incidentally - but of course he has ample access to the boy, as a father should. It's just a pity he's so adamant. I hope the kid doesn't rebel to the opposite extreme. He's althelic and a great student, well balanced. and certainly ok.

      Well, I know men who are balanced in all pursuits and are quite secure in their masculinity which is evidenced by their lives and accomplishments. It's sad that a warped standard is set in motion when boys are so young, in my humble opinion. One only hopes that their own integrity will win out.

      I do so appreciate your reading and commenting on my stuff, which is just what I "do" and pretty much the way that I do it, for whatever it's worth.

      I looked at that sentence you mention & its context. If nothing else it's a terrible sentence in structure, it's inane and lacks any intended significant meaning. But perhaps I'm still missing something in the 'proximity' involved?-Are the playful squirrels pursuing each other with sex in mind or something? My eyesight lacks the acuity needed to spot it, perhaps? lol. Anyway - the hub will be better off without the sentence so it will be eliminated.

      I'm grateful that you mentioned it. And even more if it's the worst or only glaring error you picked up on! hehe

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Thank you, Suny! With all the good and stimulating comments I'm getting from readers, it's pretty simple to reply in kind! It's really nice of you to give it your attention. I appreciate you!

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      Shadesbreath 7 years ago from California

      LOL, Nellieanna, that sentence says the squirrels are ready to "serve" right after the paragraph where you admitted to learning to cook them. LOL

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      OMG - so it did! A perfect example of 'being too close to the forest to see the trees' - or is it vice-versa? lol Thank you for straightening me out. It's a problem of being a 'global thinker' probably. I looked into too many possibilities for what it might have been and overlooked the one it was! Cooking them wasn't something that "stole the show" for me, either. Thinking of them alive and well had blotted out that bad visual.

      Excuses, excuses, - yeah I know. I just hate to admit I was too dense to see the point. hahaha. Thanks again.

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      Nell Rose 7 years ago from England

      Hi, What a lovely thing that the squirrels came over to comfort you, I can't imagine anyone killing squirrels, I come from England and we don't hunt squirrels here, but I am aware that in other parts of the world, they are considered vermin and of course sometimes as you said, they have to be culled, but to eat one? I have no idea what that would taste like, but of course if you lived like we all seem to have sometimes, on a budget for one reason or another, then of course I would, but I can't imagine what it would taste like! lol I think you did very well, you stuck to your principals and learnt as you went along, we can't do better than that, cheers nell

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      I soaked those squirrels in salt water to totally extract wild taste & their liquids; and then I cooked them the way the natives there did, smothered in pasty gravy. The thought of it gags me.

      But, yes, as you say - if one is hungry, we can manage. They say there are only one of two things on earth that are too poisonouos to eat. Sort of horrid to think of, though.

      I just remembered - once, early in the marriage our food budget didn't stretch and we ate pecans for several days. Now they are recognized as among the very healthy foods - they have the "good cholesterol" which helps combat the bad stuff! LOL. They are tiresome without being relieved by other foods, though!

      Anyway - I had to learn to adapt & I did. Don't we all in various ways?

      Granted, it was NOT what I'd grown up with or been educated for! But it was educational, as are all things we experience if we extract the lessons from them.

      Thanks for following this story, Nell - and for adding your excellent comments!

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      ahorseback 6 years ago

      Nellieanna, It seems there is an old remedy for men now married who have a little woman who just wants to do everything with them! Take them to the woods on the coldest day and sit them on a stump. Leave them for four hours and go get them. It will make a strong woman sell her socks and boots in a yard sale. And, to your husband , I told you it would work! Ha .Ha.

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      ahorseback 5 years ago

      Nellieanna , I reread this just now and realized how niave and incomplete my comment sounded. You became one with the natures woodsland while men tend to try thier usual scenario , control thier natural surroundings. I vote for the naturalist in you ! And what is it with squirrels watching them is like watching a baby play! riveting at times, as is your share so well, your experiences.......:-]

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      Haha - ahorseback - seems your earlier comment slipped under my radar screen and wasn't read or answered at the time, over a year ago. I might never have seen it, had you not returned and read it yourself now!

      I'm not sure what my response might have been then if I'd seen it. I hardly knew you then so perhaps I'd have thought you were one of our comic writers attempting to dispel the seriousness with some levity. I have to admit that my hub is a bit weighty and your earlier comment is tongue-in-cheek. Even recalling how it actually felt to be on that stump under those circumstances, and I have to smile. In fact, if that had been the worst moment of the relationship, the rest would have been a breeze.

      By the way, that comment is a practical reminder that a guy doesn't always prefer his gal to "do everything with him"! We all needs some space and private time to pursue our individual interests. Good reminder for women who think they need accompany all his ventures.

      Also, it shouldn't be a unilateral choice when things are done together, but a mutual one with consideration for the needs of both participants. Of course, that applies to many activities involved in a successful relationship, and its up to both to make sure of it. I was far too accommodating for the good of the relationship. It was valuable to learn that, though it took me 18 years and a traumatic ending to do so.

      I continued to look for the good in it all, anyway, as is my nature. Perhaps that was my triumph. I survived intact and that's something. 18 years didn't improve the situation, but neither did it crush me.

      Anyway - thank you for returning and rereading and seeing it with a different perspective. Your comment truly reminds me that my nature has always been to almost merge with the natural scenario, from the wilds of southwest Texas to the woods of Indiana and the desert of Arizona. It's not a conscious choice - it's just my natural response. I suppose it is somewhat a female tendency, though there are mixtures of the two extremes among people of both genders. Perhaps the central element of a human being is being OF nature ourselves. The rush and push of modern life can make our memory of our oneness with nature dim and subside, but we can't remove the truth of it.

      More and more I find much in that modern rush to be abjectly absurd, empty and of minuscule value, if any. I'm seeing TV ads encouraging the taking advantage of January sales in which things are marked down as much as 60% or more. I look at the animation of yet another garment at "only" 40% being rung-up and bagged for a happy customer and wonder why anyone wants to waste even that much on it - just because it's offered! In fact, if they were just giving stuff away to make room for a new season of 100% priced more STUFF, why clutter our overstuffed closets with one more thing? Maybe if I offered some of my old stuff at "60%" off, I could move it out of the way!! haha. We are such gullible folks.

      Thank you for the lovely comment and compliments, my friend. I appreciate your approval and support so much!

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