That’s how my bedtime prayer started last night. “Thank you
Lord, for a perfect day.” And then I laughed.
The day had been spent cutting grass that was up to my waist, trying to
corral a thousand fruit flies into cups full of various liquids made of recipes
I had found via Google searching “how to kill fruit flies”, and rounded out
with dinner with 3 of my favorite girls.
Due to lots of rain, my grass grew to approximately 3 feet
tall. Okay, maybe I also went a little
longer between grass cuttings than I should. Anyways, the grass is 3 feet tall
and I’m a little over 5 feet tall- this is going to be bad. I put on my
anti-snake bite yard cutting outfit, snoopy pj pants tucked into some teal
socks. If the lawn mower didn’t scare
them off, the outfit probably would. I
had to do a weird squatting/ walking combo to lift the mower up enough to cut
the top of the grass and it was going okay. SLOW, but okay. I was covered in grass but it was getting
shorter. And that’s when something snapped on my foot. A SNAKE! Nope, my
freaking shoe broke. I’ve been wearing
the same Nikes for years to cut the grass and I guess they wore out and half
the bottom broke halfway off and it was now flopping as I walked. Awesome. Then
my lawn mower broke, Something had fallen off near the blade- don’t ask me
what; so I took it to my neighbor and traded him for his. I start using his and
it breaks. I call him and tell him it won’t crank so he comes to comes to check
it out. Out of gas. Genius this girl. He
adds gas then leaves and I go inside for water.
While I’m inside getting water I go to throw something away
and I am not kidding you when I say that a THOUSAND fruit flies come swarming
at me from the inside of the trash can. SEEYA LATER. I’m supposed to be having
girls over for dinner so I texted one of the other girls and ask if we can do
it at her house and head back to finish the yard.
I go back out and it won’t start. Broken. He comes back
over, it needed to be primed…at least I’m learning to troubleshoot at this
point. I mow for a bit and it cuts off
due to being clogged. I flip it over and clean it out- I’m getting pretty good
at this by this point. I go to crank it
and pull the string completely out and it won’t go back in. Whatever, I’m over
it. I’m quitting. I checked my phone and
my Maggie’s house is full of smoke from some crazy recipe she was making. I tell her to just come over to my house
instead and we will deal with the flies.
The girls all showed up and we made dinner. Actually, Lamb cooked my part while I
showered off the pounds of dirt and grass that were covering my body. We had an awesome dinner, watched Jeopardy, chatted,
and drank wine. Everyone left and I
headed to bed.
Where I prayed “Thank you Lord for a perfect day.”
My grass had gotten crazy high and I spent hours trying to
battle it out. But,
-
I have an able, healthy body and was able to do
it by myself
-
I have about 50 other pairs of Nikes I can cut
the grass in J
-
I have a (very patient) friend that helps me when I get stuck
-
I have a big yard that surrounds a nice house
with ample room
-
I allowed the grass to get so long because I was
out playing with my friends
-
I have a job that allows me to pay for these
luxuries
There were fruit flies swarming in my kitchen. But,
- I have
food in the fridge and pantry
-
Our bellies were full
- We had dessert even though our bellies were full
-
I have a job that allows me to pay for these
luxuries
Even though all these ‘bad’ things happen, it wasn’t really that
bad. I was SO frustrated yesterday, but in
the grand scheme of things I am lucky, or #blessed as some would say. #Blessed
is one of my absolutely hated hash tags. I think it’s really obnoxious for some
reason. But that is what I am. I’m blessed to have a yard to cut. I’m blessed
that I have a healthy body. I’m blessed
there is food for fruit flies to try to find. I’m blessed to have awesome
friends that come over to hang out, drink wine, and chat.
So, Thank you Lord for a Perfect Day.
