My husband and I have been trying to walk the neighborhood more often in an effort to stay fit. We are blessed to live in a safe community and our house is situated at just the right place to give us a number of options from which to choose. This morning, we decided to walk into an affluent neighborhood. We soon discovered that it was their trash day. As we walked and talked, we would occasionally glance at the mounds of rubbish waiting to be picked up along the curb. You can tell a lot about a household from their recycle bins: Are their newspapers stuffed into a diaper box? Which pizza place do they prefer?
On our way back home, I noticed a colorful box in a bag next to a trash can near one house. As I stopped to look more closely, I discovered that it was an entire bag filled with little boxes, the kinds you would get with a jewelry purchase. Being a crafter, I’m always looking for ways to wrap up the gifts I make. These would be perfect! So, to my husband’s dismay, I announced I was going to carry the bag back home with me. As I lifted it up, I discovered another bag filled with similar boxes underneath. Double score! One glance at my husband’s face told me that I would not be getting any help toting these home.
It didn’t take many steps before I started to feel conspicuous. I could imagine the conversations that could be generated, “Oh look at the poor bag lady. Hey, isn’t that our neighbor?” Just then I spotted a way of escape – a trail through the woods that I knew would deposit me right out on the end of our cul-de-sac. My husband saw my intentions immediately and in a sympathetic way said, “Are you crazy? The mosquitos would be thick in this humidity!” Determined to save face over blood, we parted ways – I taking the one less traveled.
It didn’t take long for the first mosquito to find me and spread the word. That’s when it dawned on me that swating bugs isn’t easy when both hands are carrying things. In desperation I tried swinging my head back and forth to use my braid in horse tail fashion. I quickly realized that the motion could easily upset my balance, especially with the many roots in the path. A sprawled out object on the forest floor would be even an easier target for these blood thirsty menaces. I finally decided the safest recourse was just to move quickly, which I attempted to do while carrying the bags. At one point, while huffing and puffing along, the handle broke on one of the bags, which didn’t make my situation any better.
When I finally emerged from the woods, I had to stifle a little cry of victory. Just three more houses to go past and then my secret would be safe. Just then I saw a neighbor sitting on his porch. I tried to do my best invisible imitation. “Hey, how are you doing?” he called out. Busted! “Just fine!” I mustered, shifting my cargo a little. All I could do now is hope he thought I had just come from another neighbor who was extremely generous in her gift giving. I made it up my driveway and to the safe confines of my home. I had found blessings when I least expected to find them and all they cost me were a mosquito bite or two and a couple of stares from a nice neighbor.
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