Before I was wise enough to flush Baxter’s memory down the toilet, I thought I would spend the rest of my life with him. Yes, I was deeply in love. His blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes shined so brightly they blinded me to the truth. The cliché “Love is blind” was never truer. Luckily though, fate stepped in.
If Baxter had not been focused on raku study in Japan, Max and I might never have gotten together. Destiny brought us to each other.
It was Max’s probing into my relationship with Baxter that made me see Baxter for the narcissist he was. Baxter was gone and I was free to spend time with Max. I’m glad I did. Max turned out to be the real thing and once I experienced the real thing, I could put Baxter into perspective. Blonde hair and blue eyes weren’t enough to get me through a lifetime with someone who cared only about himself.
Blonde hair and blue eyes weren’t enough to get me through a lifetime with someone who cared only about himself.
But I was not the only one for whom fate intervened. Max had his own wake up call. He loved sculpture but was never sure which medium to use: wood? stone? marble? found objects? At our wedding reception, he had an epiphany and carved the vegetables on the buffet table and discovered he loved garnishing. If we had not gotten married, would he have been inspired like that? I like to think that marrying me had an influence on his discovering his passion. Fate?
My love for watercolor painting waned after graduation from art school. I continued to paint for a time in Japan while Max was studying the art of garnishing. But when Max needed my help in Presentation Is Everything our catering company, I willingly put a hold on painting to help Max. He never asked me to give up painting, I just did because I wanted to help.
After 35 years in the catering company, though, I was tired – late nights and no time off together. I suspected Max was tired, too, after all these years, so with some egging on, I eventually convinced Max to sell the business, retire and move to Martini Cove Island. It had been advertised as a “premier community” and I hoped to take up painting again. The sunsets on the horizon, the vast blue water, the white sailboats all beckoned to me. I thought I found paradise but circumstances I had not envisioned threw me a curve. The neighbors on the island were anything but premier. I wrote all about my disappointment in my book THE PINOCCHIO RING.
Again, kismet had a hand in events. Max and I left the island and came to Mexico “on the lam.” We had not thought about moving to Mexico but now that we’re here, it’s the place we were meant to be.
The many wonders in my garden – palms, cactuses, bougainvillea, ficus trees, rosemary bushes, dracaena, trumpet vines, brilliant colors: fuchsia, yellows, red, orange – inspire me again. I returned to painting and even had a show!
There was a phrase used in the 1960’s “go with the flow.” It worked for Max and me. If a person is bendable and goes where their heartstrings take them, life is surprise, surprise!
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