"Opinions just go around bothering people." The Buddha
My friend Marsha was uncharacteristically just about drunk and maybe that is why she saw peach instead of yellow.
"Marsha, our living room is yellow. So are the curtains."
She is certain. I turn to her husband.
"Norm, yellow, right?"
"Somewhat," he says. Tentatively.
Two hours before, over chicken marsala, Marsha asks when she and Norm will come to Provincetown.
I hesitate."Of course, anytime," I say, and I mean it. "But remember the conflict we had there last summer? Let's straighten that part out beforehand."
"What conflict?" I don't remember any conflict," Marsha says.
"Remember how we disagreed over when to eat those pancakes and whether to eat lunch at home or out? And all that food you insisted we eat when we didn't want to?"
Marsha looks bewildered. "I don't remember any of that. Do you, Norm?"
"No," Norm says.
JB and I are astonished. Last summer we talked for days after about how hard the visit was, how bad we felt about it, what we should do to forgive and forget.
Who knew Marsha and Norm had no problem forgetting because what JB and I remembered, they didn't remember to begin with.
Which brings me to this morning.
Beginning last night.
The low budget kitchen makeover means that we did not replace all the cabinets, just a couple.
So the couple have to match the ones we left.
Not so easy.
We tried different varnishes.
Our nice carpenter tried wax.
Then JB, who hates paint, went to the paint store and came home with white stain.
She experimented on a two by four piece of unfinished wood. Vanish. Wax. One coat of stain. Two coats of stain. One coat of stain and one coat of varnish.
Last night around midnight we put our best solution on a larger piece of wood.
We matched it!
I came home this afternoon to find not the matching color at all.
All the new wood was painted.
Does it match the other cabinets?
This is feeling vaguely familiar.
What seems certain, what looks certain, what should be certain...
I don't know what will happen.
"Let it dry," our carpenter said. "Then we'll see what to do."
Remember I said I don't want to worry in advance anymore?
And it's just kitchen cabinets.
It's not cancer. It's not Iran.
I've suspended my excitement.
I'm hoping for another strange phenomena I discovered some time ago.
Besides the fact that Marsha sees peach when I know damn well it's yellow:
Sometimes things fix themselves.
Sometimes they just do.
That would be nice.