Sometimes happiness is hard to come by. There is so much sadness in the world and in our every day lives. Julie and I have been ill for what seems like forever, although only about three weeks.
Although we struggled along for a couple weeks before going to the doctor we have both now gone through a course of Z-Pac meds for infection. We are both improving. Julie has been back to work for a few days. I still feel the infection in my left lung but the congestion seems to be clearing up. The doctor said it would take about 10 days to clear up. Its been week today. I went to church Sunday but in hind sight it was probably a mistake.
A dear friend, Pat Herzog, and the mother-in-law of my youngest son, has passed away and the funeral will be soon. Pat, Julie and I sat at the same table for an evening at grand daughter Bethany's wedding recently.
The loss to my daughter-in-law Amy and her brother will be terrible. Due to my health I will be unable to make the 3 or 4 hour trip south to comfort them. They will not miss me as much as I will miss the opportunity to provide support for my loved ones.
A friend and also a cousin each called or sent me emails requesting prayers for others. One for a lady with a broken back and a punctured lung suffered from an auto accident and another for a youngster who was grieveously injured in a lawn mower accident. My heart and prayers go out for both families. So much sadness!
So where is the happiness?
I have always had the nicest yard in my neighborhood, period. This year I got off to an early start on my yard at home so that I'd be free to go to the family retreat as soon as it warmed up. Between cold, wet weather and my illness I have in fact got behind with my yard.
This year my grass is the last to be mowed in the neighborhood. With all the rain my grass was higher than an elephant's eye, as the old saying goes. It has become a real embarrassment. Although I am still feeling weak and tired I had to cut the grass.
Now mowing my lawns isnt all that big of a chore. I only have three small patches of grass. From getting the mower out to putting it back is maybe fifteen minutes. But just carrying three loads of baking materials for the church's upcoming bake sale down into the basement of the church for Julie took the starch out of me for two days. Yesterday 15 minutes of work was a lot.
I have two mowers. The one at the lake where it takes about an hour to mow the grass is a very expensive mower. I haven't used it for two years as my neighbor Ernie has mowed my lawn with one of his three big riding lawn mowers. My big, expensive mower is probably "froze" up. The mower at home was actually given to me and is an "el cheapo" from K-Mart, probably.
I bought some fresh gas, at $2.34 a gallon I might add, and put it into the empty tank of the mower. I know to run all the gas out of the mower at the end of the season. I pushed the priming pump four times and gave a hard pull on the starting rope.
ROAR, ROAR, ROAR! The engine started on the first pull.
Although I'm not wanting to challenge any one to a foot race, I don't know that I'm any the worse for wear this morning. I do know that I wasn't embarrassed when I looked out the front door at daylight.
And, it was music to my ears when Julie said how nice the yard looked when she came home last night. Although she has had the good grace not to complain about the condition of the yard, I know she was even more embarrassed than I was.
"I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know: the only ones among you who will really be happy are those who have sought and found how to serve"