Change

I believe that the gorgeous, huge, most perfect climbing tree in the world ash in my front yard has become infected by the emerald ash borer. For those of you out of the loop, the emerald ash borer is native to Asia and about ten years back it started decimating trees in Canada, moved to Michigan (where it's killed tens of thousands of trees) and made its way into Ohio and other states a few years back. The first case of it in my county was identified in front of my dentist's office last year. Once infected, trees defoliate from the top down until they totally die off. It can be treated, but in a grand old tree like the one in my yard the cost can get up into the $500 range. When I called the Ohio Department of Agriculture to see if they could do anything, I was told that when the tree got cut down I had to burn the wood in my county. I don't want to have to cut it down! I love my tree!

I Don't Like Change. Never have. Don't think I ever will. Yes, it's essential for growth and all that jazz and yadda yadda yadda, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I will not like the large expanse of lawn that we will have in a few years time, though my roses, which are currently partially shaded by my Fabulous Ash, will.

Actually, there are a few types of change I like:

I like the song "Changes" by David Bowie. But then I like anything that has to do with David Bowie. His eyes are amazing. The album "Young Americans" is on my top 10 list (I love the funk). The man knows how to dress, and he appears in one of my top 10 ridiculous comedies, "Zoolander." So there you go.

I like it when you buy soda and too much change comes out of the dispenser.

I do enjoy new clothing, which is a change, but I don't like changing rooms.

Winter changing to spring is my favorite time of year.

I think I would like the sort of change that would come if the wealthy uncle I never knew I had but somehow knew and loved me left me several million dollars. Or even several tens of thousands. I'm not too picky.

But I don't like to change my hair or the type of car I drive. When buildings come down it unnerves me. When U2 changed to pop music it took me two albums to admit that they were just as good.

I'm getting better about it. I think that the older you get the more you are forced to accept that the world isn't set on idle. People, places, everything is in constant flux and I can't stop it. New changes can lead to new comforts and loves and pleasures and who can complain about that? Hmmm, I guess I can, or I wouldn't be writing this post.

How do you deal with change?

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