This Time of Year
Well, I'm sitting here dressed for an evening of pushing the lawn mower around the yard and listening to music. But as often happens this time of year, we just had a sudden downpour. The rain came hard and fast and just enough to make it too wet to mow. Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. Now the sun is shining on the wall beside my computer, and I guess I have to get up and change out of my mowing clothes.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow.
posted by mac | 3:51 PM
4 Comments:
Get up. It's tomorrow. The lawn needs to be mowed.
That got a laugh out of me. But I'm an office boy, so I have to spend the day between these four walls before I can go home to enjoy a good lawn-mowing session!
Well, I guess I will chime in. I once loved to mow. So I can understand your dissapointment. Circumstances have changed all of that and now someone else mows for me. I don't miss it anymore.
Giving up the freedom of arranging my own schedule is something I don't even want to think about in these last few years before retirement. When I was in the hospital and the week after that, I had to completely rely on Sandy and other people. Not by choice, but because I was totally helpless. I thank God for hos healing grace and for letting me know how really dependent we are on Him and those around us.
Don't know where that came from, somrthin you said, I guess.
Peace, john
Sorry for the fumble fingers....
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