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6 THE RURAL VOICE
A ROSE BY
ANOTHER NAME .. .
For years, I've been angling to
get that full dozen of long-stemmed
red roses for Valentine's Day. Super
Wrench is one of those men who think
the manufactured romance of February
14th is a pain in his bearings.
He claims he does romantic things
for me all year, not just on that one
day, so roses are redundant. Still,
there's something to be said for hav-
ing a vase of them sitting on the table
and remarking that they came from
your "sweetie."
I tried subtle hints. It never works
with Super Wrench. I sang snatches
of rose songs the day before Valen-
tine's, and served breakfast with a
scraggy artificial rose between my
teeth. He thought I was entering early
menopause and humoured me. As the
day grew to a close, I finally couldn't
take it anymore. "Don't you have to
go to town for something important?"
I demanded.
He looked at the clock and ambled
over to the hutch where he keeps his
wallet. He checked the contents and
informed me he'd be back in a couple
of hours. I knew it wouldn't take that
long to get a bunch of roses, but kept
quiet. This was not the time for a
discussion on time management if
roses were ever to appear in the vase
I had sitting prominently on the
cupboard.
He came back more than two hours
later with a florist -wrapped sheaf of
what I presumed were my roses. He
extended the parcel to me and I ripped
it open with anticipation. Inside were
nestled three white daisies.
Since my disappointment was
quite obvious he felt honour bound to
explain.
He'd taken the car I usually drive
to work. As usual, he told me, it was
running on fumes. The first stop was
at the local service station for gas.
One of my tires had been rather slack
for several days, and he barely
made it to town before it was com-
pletely flat. The hole was not fixable.
Luckily they had a used tire, which
they mounted.
While Super Wrench was waiting
for the tire to be fixed, he spotted a
sale across the street on light bulbs.
The kitchen light had been missing a
couple of bulbs and he thought it
would be nice to see what he was
eating and to whom he was talking at
the table. So he bought a case of
them.
When the car was roadworthy
again, he discovered I was out of
windshield fluid and stopped to buy
that. Did I know how many senseless
accidents were caused by messy
windshields? To be honest, at that
moment, it was the last thing on my
mind.
As for the daisies, he told me, they
were all he had money for by the time
he got to the florist. The lady was
very understanding, he told me, and
threw in a bit of greenery for free.
Lucky me!
"I really started out for roses," he
told me, "but somehow romance was
sabotaged by practicality."
What could I say? His heart was
in the right place, even if his wallet
couldn't keep up the pace. I went out
and kicked the tires of he car. Roses
they weren't!O
Gisele Ireland, from Bruce County,
began her series of humorous columns
with The Rural Voice. Her most
recent book, Brace Yourself, is
available for $7 from Bumps Books,
Teeswater, Ontario, NOG 2S0.