I pulled more weeds today and I discovered that the problem with weeds is not so much that they grow back, but that it’s a never-ending job. All I was going to do was pull the most unsightly. I figured that once I did that, the others wouldn’t look so bad. Well, that’s not the case. I cleared away a large patch of weeds, then stretched and looked around, thinking to congratulate myself for a job well done, but the place looked just as bad as before I started to work. Apparently, once the highest weeds are gone, the second highest, which seemed rather benign, now stand out, so the yard looks like I never touched it.
Isn’t that always the way? You think the house is clean, so you decide just to pick up the worst of the clutter. Then, with the clutter gone, you notice dust, so you have to dust the furniture and fixtures. Then, with the dust gone, you notice that the floors look a bit dingy in comparison. So then you have to clean the floors. Next thing you know, a job you thought would take a few minutes has taken all day. Even worse, you now notice every speck of dust, so you spend all your time from then on, spot cleaning because although you know your house is clean, you are so focused on the dust motes that you can’t see the truth.
That seems like a parable more suited to some mystical or psychological or sociological problem rather than weeds, but I’m so exhausted from all the time outside that I don’t feel up to finding the wisdom in this blog post. It’s enough for today that I spent time in my yard.
And I saw a parade. Today was supposed to be the annual town festival with booths, entertainment, and a parade, but it had to be canceled because from what I understand, a lot of kids in the high school tested positive for The Bob. Someone decided enough was enough and so privately sponsored the parade, which I think is cool, sort of a celebration and a protest all in one. There weren’t many entries, and most of those were police cars, pickup trucks, and farm vehicles. Not many people watched either, but it’s the effort that counts.
So, some weeds gone, a parade, and a morning in the sunshine. Sounds like a good day to me!
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May 1, 2021 at 2:51 am
More than three years I have listened no music.
Your blog made me listen again after 40 years one of the best song that I ever loved.
John Denver – Sunshine On My Shoulders (Official Video from The Wildlife Concert)
May 1, 2021 at 1:54 pm
I was like that too, not able to listen to music. Some songs still make me cry, like Bobby Goldsboro’s “Honey” and Rod Stewart’s “Sailing.”
May 1, 2021 at 7:29 pm
With the help of lyrics I have listened both.
Both were heartbreakingly beautiful.
Rod Stewart’s “Sailing.”
I already know Sailing the melody really sailing.
Bobby Goldsboro’s “Honey”
And Honey, I miss you
And I’m bein’ good
And I’d love to be with you
If only I could.
It is really very sad when you listen without your soulmate !
May 1, 2021 at 7:58 pm
Exactly. And the feeling gets deep inside.