Mother and I
have spent the last two days working like slaves in the yard. Yesterday we first hauled a bunch of stuff
out of the family room, pending the arrival of new furniture, and then we
proceeded to gather up all the garbage that had been strewn about in the
garbage. We had a bit of a setback when
I heard some scurrying in the back and lo, there was skunk hustling from one side of the garage to
the other. We then worked very carefully
on only one side of the garage, fearful of getting skunked. Once that was done, we took a break and then
we began painting the lawn furniture. At
the end of it I took the recycling up to the depot and returned with ice cream
sundaes.
We sat on the deck and praised ourselves,
at which point Mom said
“Happiness
is feeling a sense of accomplishment.”
I
smiled.
So much for trying to get an answer from
her with penetrating, intellectual questions.
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