I’ve been thinking a lot about “last things” recently. I guess what got me steered in this direction is the fact that we find ourselves at the beginning of the “last” official weekend of the summer again.
Diane and I are heading out of town on Monday for our “last” official fling of the summer, the annual Lanesboro bike riding extravaganza and as a result there’s a number of things to do and take care of before we leave. One of those things is mowing the yard.
If you’re like me you have a system when you do that. For me it’s filling up the mower with gas, rolling up the hoses and picking up the dog crap. That’s where it got interesting this time. You see, our dog Helga was put down yesterday. What does that have to do with anything, you ask.
When I first started the mowing project, I didn’t think it had anything to do with anything. But after I filled up the mower, rolled up the hoses, and stepped into the backyard with my shovel and bucket I began weeping uncontrollably when I couldn’t find any crap to pick up. I immediately thought of our “sweet girl” Helga and how just one short week ago I had a whole bucket full of goo and slime and crap and now there was nothing except an empty bucket and the memory of our “sweet girl”. How is it possible, that the coming to fruition of one of my fondest desires, not having to pick up dog crap again, could be such a painful occurrence? How is it possible that I was actually weeping about not being able to remember the last pile of her crap I picked up when she was still alive?
I think the lesson here is that it is a good thing for us to mindful of all things at all times because more likely than not some of those things will be last things and sometimes those things will have something to do with other things quite possibly very dear to our heart.
Therefore, be mindful of things, all things, while you can, for you never know which of those things will be “last” things.
One of the things I found my self missing today was Helga’s “last” crap in the back yard. Hmmmmmm……..
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I’ve been thinking a lot about “last things” recently. I guess what got me steered in this direction is the fact that we find ourselves at the beginning of the “last” official weekend of the summer again.
Diane and I are heading out of town on Monday for our “last” official fling of the summer, the annual Lanesboro bike riding extravaganza and as a result there’s a number of things to do and take care of before we leave. One of those things is mowing the yard.
If you’re like me you have a system when you do that. For me it’s filling up the mower with gas, rolling up the hoses and picking up the dog crap. That’s where it got interesting this time. You see, our dog Helga was put down yesterday. What does that have to do with anything, you ask.
When I first started the mowing project, I didn’t think it had anything to do with anything. But after I filled up the mower, rolled up the hoses, and stepped into the backyard with my shovel and bucket I began weeping uncontrollably when I couldn’t find any crap to pick up. I immediately thought of our “sweet girl” Helga and how just one short week ago I had a whole bucket full of goo and slime and crap and now there was nothing except an empty bucket and the memory of our “sweet girl”. How is it possible, that the coming to fruition of one of my fondest desires, not having to pick up dog crap again, could be such a painful occurrence? How is it possible that I was actually weeping about not being able to remember the last pile of her crap I picked up when she was still alive?
I think the lesson here is that it is a good thing for us to mindful of all things at all times because more likely than not some of those things will be last things and sometimes those things will have something to do with other things quite possibly very dear to our heart.
Therefore, be mindful of things, all things, while you can, for you never know which of those things will be “last” things.
One of the things I found my self missing today was Helga’s “last” crap in the back yard. Hmmmmmm……..
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Written by Mike
September 1, 2012 at 7:36 pm
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