I do a little yard work around town these days.
One of my clients is a lady from India in her 70’s; her husband died a few years back, so I run her too appointments on occasion too.
She is very kind and worked as a cleaning lady at the hospital for 40 years or so; won a couple of awards, one for never calling in sick.
She was qualified as a teacher in India, but her English is still a little hard to understand, so she never pursued teaching here. I did some leaf raking today and then went in for some tea and crackers.
This was after getting in an argument with my cousin who is doing some remodeling in her down stairs. My cousin and I enjoy arguing with each other. I was leaving some leaves in her flower beds to keep the soil moist and add some nutrition. Well he thought I should get them out.
He hires me on occasion to help with his handyman business. I have walked off the job several times screaming at him for treating me like I am 12, which is something, when I think about it, a twelve year old would do. But there is love between us and I will occasionally have a whiskey with him after work.
My Indian friend has three large pictures of Hindu Saints on her mantle above the fire place.
She was telling me one of them is like our Jesus, and the others like Joseph and Mary; I like her perspective.
I was walking home listening to my Traveling Wilbury’s station on Pandora and smoking a cigarette, when a couple of neighborhood wiener dogs came tearing up to me barking like there is no tomorrow.
I have a small animal phobia but it is improving, so I just let them bark until they died down. There human mom thanked my profusely from the porch for not making a big deal of things.
Lots of people bark a lot too, but there is kindness in everyone, so I say let them bark until they cool down, then have a conversation.
I continued walking home feeling very peaceful, kind of like I belong here, you know?
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