We had a snowstorm which dumped nine inches of snow on us and after I shoveled a path from our backdoor to the street, I stood still, huffing a bit, looked all around me at the (what seemed like) miles of snow still needing shoveling and thought, "I am too old for this. I've shoveled snow for 35 years. Thirty-five years. I've paid my dues. I deserve a break."
So I went inside and told Tom that I am now officially too old to shovel snow and we need to look into hiring someone else to do it, the cost be darned. "We can take it out of that $2,600 I saved this year with grocery sales and coupons," I groaned as I threw myself upon the couch.
Besides, God always seems to give Tom and me enough money to share with other people. He's great that way.
So Tom looked through the newspaper for someone to shovel for us, a bit online too, and didn't find much. Then I had a great idea--the guy who lives behind us. He's still so thrilled that we paid to cut down his (grandmother's) trees, that he's always volunteering to help us in any way.
Tom said that Mike would probably insist on shoveling for no money in return (he'd shoveled our driveway for us that day), but I said, "Then the deal will be off. I really feel we should pay him the going rate to shovel for us all winter."
A couple days later (after a few more inches of snow) I caught Mike shoveling out front of his house and asked him if he'd be willing to shovel for us for payment all winter. Of course he said he'd do it for free, but I said, "Nope! We insist upon paying or the deal is off." He smiled and said we could pay him whatever we felt was right. He also told me he needed to keep busy anyway because he's currently going through a divorce and too, this time of year he's unable to work because he mostly does construction.
And well, I'm glad to help out by keeping him busier.
Happy, ecstatic sigh. After 35 years I can finally take it a little easier.
This getting older thing... sometimes we just need to know when to say when, to release any pride of accomplishment, lest we run beyond Grace and find ourselves hurt, confused or insane. And I am not too proud to say 'when' at nearly 54. :)
The wisdom of the prudent is to give thought to their ways, but the folly of fools is deception.
Oh, and for those like Elizabeth who wondered about the 28-hour-beeping smoke alarm (previous post)--yes, it is hard-wired into the electric, so even after I wondered for hours how to take out the battery (a hidden tiny door), then got the battery out--still--it beeped. Sigh. What a relief for my head to finally stop that $#%^ beeping! Whew.