I forget to put our own trash out so the fact that I remember to pull out my traveling neighbor’s today is a miracle.
But isn’t that always the case?
You dutifully water a neighbor’s flowers every day while your own wilt in the summer sun. You collect a friends’ papers at the same time a nice collection of circulars dot the end of your driveway.
It makes me think of the cobbler’s kids and what things I’m not doing for my own that I’m willingly doing for others.