Shiva wrote:

What an interesting take on things. Could be. For my part, I notice
that this kind of, shalll we say, "controlling" ("tight-*ssed might
offend!) behavior tends to be exhibited throughout the lives of those
to whom it comes naturally. Very Virgo, you know? G I'm only half
kidding.

Hey! I'm a virgo! *grin* However, I love sprawling abandon with
multihued beds without any dirt and/or mulch to be seen because of the
grooundcover. I really don't weed except for the stuff that tends to
get invasive such as chickweed. We have seven birdfeeders in the yard
and love to sit out on the patio watching the multitude of birds come
and go. My latest project is to figure out where I'm going to put the
ladybug house up that I just got mailorder.

To make a purchase of, say, a piece of furniture or clothing, she must
drag around to ALL stores and agonize over every choice. That bores me
so, I am more apt to order something directly from an online shop,
sight unseen. I actually ordered an armoire that way. To her way of
thinking, it should have been the wrong size, cheesy looking, etc. But
it was perfect. I was not punished for my slapdash ways, and I could
tell she was both amazed and irritated.

I hate to shop. Well, except for bookstores and garden shops. The WWW
has made my life wonderful. I want a book, I order it online. Most
plants I order online these days as I can get exactly what I want that
way. Best of all, I can be out in the yard enjoying it all while UPS
delivers my purchases.

On the flip side: I bought a front exterior light on a whim, and I
really am spacially challenged. It needed to be a size bigger. Too
lazy to take it back, I put it up anyway. So now if you look close,
you can see the hole made by the first one off to one side.

Probably why I have light strips in boxes in the master bedroom that I
bought on a whim for the master bath, decided i really didn't like them
and haven't yet gotten a round tuit to returning them. This was
probably almost a year ago. I do have the receipt in my hand bag now at
least. *laugh*

Susan
s h simko at duke dot edu