Monday, June 30, 2008
Kindness
I am something of the Chief Morale Officer at work.
One of the people I have worked with and coached gave me a Guy Harvey picture of a snook in appreciate of the coaching I have given her. I was so touched by her expression of gratitude I had my picture taken with her and the picture.
My Front Lawn
My neighbor mowed my lawn. He cut it so short a large area has died. I've been very upset. RaLene has been more tolerant of his "expression of neighborly kindness."
It started a few weeks ago. We went to the Williams for a summer party. We took the boat and went tubing on East Lake. When we came home I found our neighbor had used his riding mower to mow the easement in front of our house. I was unhappy about it because I go to great effort to make sure all the grass in front of my house is the same length and groomed the same way.
I was ready to talk with the neighbor, but RaLene talked me out of it. Most of the time, listening to my wife is a good thing. Not this time.
Last week I came home from work and found most of my front yard butchered. It was so short I could see the dirt. Neighborly kindness moved from the easement to the yard. I was flabbergasted. In exasperation, I snapped a few photos and decided I would speak with my neighbor.
Unfortunately, he wasn't home at the time and I had church meetings that evening. I decided to talk with him the next day. However, when I went to talk with him I realized I was still very upset and decided to delay the conversation until I wasn't so emotional.
I have been more upset than I thought, because it has been five days and I still feel as passionately about the situation as I did the first day. I'll admit my neighbor is a nice guy, but I have dumbfounded that he would be so presumptious as to mow my lawn.
Family History in the Making
My wife started a blog. She calls it her life story. I like the idea. Writing our history as it occurs. Reminds me very much of the Nephites and the way they kept their history. So I thought I'd create a family history, as it occurs.
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