To Each His
Own by Debra H. Goldstein
Last night, I
nodded off while reading in the bathtub. The fact that I enjoy reading in the
bathtub will be left for comment in another blog, but the important thing is
that when I woke a few minutes later and looked to my right, the first thing
that went through my mind was “My, this hotel has a picture hanging over the
toilet like the one in my house.”
It took me a
few minutes to register I was in my own home. The first clue should have been
that I don’t take baths in hotels. The second was that no one else probably has
this picture of lavender and turquoise impressionist flowers. I bought the
water color at a charity auction and was assured, at the time, it was a one of
a kind.
When I
brought the picture home, my husband and children took one look and agreed it
was one of a kind. I explained how it was painted by a member of the chapter
hosting the event and all of them simply nodded. If I had been a puppy, they
probably would have individually patted me on the head.
I love the
picture. The colors resonate with me. It makes me feel peaceful. It doesn’t
matter to me that no one else sees my wall hanging the way I do.
Writing is
like my picture. I may love words I string together or ones I read written by
other authors. The next person may hate them. That’s the beauty of the written
word. I think about how people reacted to Catch-22,
Catcher in the Rye, and even Huckleberry Finn. There were diverse
opinions, but today we consider each to be classic. I don’t like all three
equally. Do you?
And, by the
way, have you ever traveled so much that for a moment you forgot where you are?
