Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

I was talking to a newlywed recently and she told me that she and her husband don't do flowers. Jan Davidsz de Heem "They just die," she told me. I recall thinking the same thing back in the day. What a waste to spend money on something you know you're going to chuck in a week. I have revised my outlook. I like flowers because they die. I cannot recall exactly when I changed my mind, maybe it was about the same time all our drawers and shelves and cabinets started to cry softly at the sight of another candle holder headed their direction. Our house is slowly sinking into the earth under the weight of extra table cloths and cables for unknown devices. It's especially tough to get rid of gifts, even if they have zero utility. It feels like a betrayal. This is why flowers are magnificent. Flowers do not require any decision-making. In a week, they head back home to Jesus. Plus they smell great. I'm feeling like it's feng shui-ey to indulge in ...