There weren't a lot of them, but enough that something needed to be done.
Then we got some snow this week, covering the leaves, and effectively enabling me to put off the whole issue of, "should I rake or should I leaf-blow."
Life is funny like that. The stupid stuff you worry about often takes care of itself.
Now, notice I said "stupid" stuff...there are things you should worry about. Like your health, for example. The cashier who is having trouble counting out your change. Or the driver in front of you who is weaving back and forth across the double yellow lines.
"Stupid things I will not worry about," as defined by moi, include (but are not limited to) the following:
• The many calories in that rare piece of chocolate cake in which I indulge.
• What the person in the car next to me at the stoplight thinks when they see me bopping my head, tapping the steering wheel and singing along with the Beatles.
• Housework. As an old friend once told me, "The dust will be around forever, but I won't."
• What the Millennials are saying about the Baby Boomers. Every generation thinks they have all the answers. The Millennials will have their turn. Their kids will kick them in the ass one day, too. (Plato...or was it Socrates?...made the same observation.)
I welcome any and all comments about you think is worry-worthy (or not).
As for me, I'm going to engage in a little cat therapy tonight. It's been a busy day, and I love it when Maggie curls up under my chin and purrs.
Even if she does have tuna breath...I'm not going to worry about it.
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