Day 118
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.
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