Play Nice

My dear sweet wife has the unique ability to tear things up. While hanging out clothes this morning she torn down the clothesline for the ten thousandth time. But this time I watched her and discovered she grabs the clothesline to keep her balance and sometimes pulls it down. I’m not really complaining (at least not now) but it does solve a ten year old mystery. Anyway, the line has been fixed and I got the clothes hung out… Yeah!

I know that was petty to bring up such a trivial to waste your precious time reading. I guess it would be far easier to load my story on a tic tack video so I could get two or three likes. But I am old so I still live in a world of words. Where despite my disability (dyslexia) I’d rather take the time to choose my words carefully. Anyway, it’s a bright cloudless Sunday morning and I’m watching my good Baptist neighbors gathering to worship their one true god (the g is lower case for a reason).

But that’s water under the bridge and soon I’ll finally be gone. Back to the big city where I don’t have to drive 50+ miles to the grocery store, the drug store, or the doctor. But what I will lose is the serenity of a small town, but I’ll still get to keep the apparent hostility just without the “politeness”. I’ve created a number of posts lately where I have vented my frustration over my current situation.

​I’m just trying to remind myself that petty anger and jealousy gets you nowhere. Just as I've learned to accept my wife's many quirks, I must also give that same hand of grace to my small-town neighbors. We all have our own unique ways of living, and judgment of others only leads to division and hurt. By learning to agree to disagree, we create a more tolerable community. Hostility and paranoia only creates more pain, maybe I should be delivering the sermon next door?