As they say, the
spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
When we were younger, if I needed to wash and wax the
kitchen floor, we would take the table and chairs out to another room. Today, I
just shove them from side to side.
When we were younger, we’d wash the windows at least twice a
year – he on the outside, me on the inside. Today, the outside windows get
washed when the house gets washed every other year, and the inside windows get done
on rare occasions.
When we were younger, we handled any little chore ourselves –
changing the light bulb in the high porch ceiling, changing the air filters, even
fixing the low hook on the screen door. Those are on my “honey do” list. Today, we
depend on a crew of two young sons, in their hale and hardy 50s, to help us with
the things that are just beyond our capabilities. We are so pleased that
they’re living nearby, not just for the helping hand, but just for their
presence in our lives.
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