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"Remember that blog I wrote back in July? The one about how I loved taking out my anger by pulling weeds in my backyard? Well, I stopped loving it. Drop in energy. Other things on my mind. So the other day, I run into this woman who noticed my weeds vining their vile selves over my fences. She mentioned this to me. And who could blame her? I could see the danger. My weeds were capable of encroaching upon all the property surrounding, and who knows, maybe victoriously marching down the street and out onto the freeway and into the airport, soon to enter your town. I apologized and thanked her for her interest in my weeds, and explained that my guys, my lawn-mowing guys, hadn&amp;#039;t known to go back where these weeds were. &amp;quot;Then you need special guys,&amp;quot; she said. Whoa. She hit me where it hurt. Right in my tissue paper heart. Here is what she was saying: You might consider getting someone to cut back these weeds. Here is what I was hearing: You are the scourge of the neighborhood, your mother is dying, and, on top of that, you have no special guys. Some days are more raw than others. This woman had no idea about my mother&amp;#039;s health, she didn&amp;#039;t really know much about me at all, except, apparently, my lack of guys. I saw my lawn guy two days after that. I told him about the weeds and my wacky reaction. He told me not to worry; he&amp;#039;d get back there and take care of the situation. Plus, he called me Sweetheart. Ha, ha, Lady. I do have special guys.   D.G. Fulford is the author of Designated Daughter: The Bonus Years with Mom, written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of TheRememberingSite.org. You can find her at DGFulford.com.  Photo credit: Marcia Smilack "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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