Blog Pause Day 4: The countdown continues! It's time to review another selection of posts from 2013 as we're headed to the new year. We start with a fun tale of the candor that only can come from a child in "The Swan Family," move to a heartwarming story in "You Always Feel Better After Cutting the Grass," and wrap up with the good news of new chances in "Leftovers and New Mercies." Enjoy!
To Humor You: The Swan Family
There once was a family of swans who was happy and loved to swim in a tiny pond on top of my kitchen table. The dainty baby swan was flanked on either side by the daddy and mommy swan, always kept close and safe.
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To Make You Happy: You Always Feel Better After Cutting the Grass
This evening I cut the grass until the setting sun dictated that I needed to stop. There's something about a freshly mown lawn that conjures a deep sense of peace within me. In fact, if everyone on my street manages to have their grass cut at the same time, I find myself transported to a nearly euphoric state of OCD bliss. All is right with the world.
Perhaps it's the smell of fresh clippings and gasoline, the perfect lines criss-crossing the yard, or the methodical sense of progress. Perhaps it's how the drone of the engine drowns out all other distractions, including my own thoughts.
Tonight as I raced the sunset, I remembered one summer afternoon when I was twenty. I was grappling with a complex young adult issue (a.k.a., boy troubles) and had hoped to speak with a friend. She wasn't there when I arrived, so I got back in my car to return home.
On the trip back, I noticed an elderly woman cutting her grass. Her gait was slow; her yard was large. I still vividly can remember how a green leaf was stuck in her white hair, as if she just had a tussle with her apple tree.
I stopped, feeling slightly foolish, and asked if I could help.
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To Give You Permission to Call It Quits on a Rough Day: Leftovers and New Mercies
For dinner last night, I served leftover Chinese takeout and pizza from the weekend. It was one of those meals when I microwaved individual plates, added grapes to the menu as an afterthought, and scarfed down my food before we rushed out the door to soccer practice. A flurry of reminders (grab your shin guards) and warnings (just-get-in-the-van-NOW) must have lingered in the air even after I slammed the door shut behind us.
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See you back tomorrow for Day Five of the 2013 Blog Pause!