A lesson from mother nature

Some weekends I fill in and deliver papers, and this weekend was one of those weekends. The way it works is that I pick up the papers on Saturday night and then roll them and can deliver them either Saturday night or Sunday before noon. So Saturday I rolled the papers and then decided to just kind of dick around and waste my time and then deliver the papers in the morning. Mother nature saw this behavior and said, "You silly, silly procrastinator. Haven't you learned? Well, maybe a little cold downpour will teach you about not putting off until tomorrow what you can do today." Needless to say, I got pretty wet this morning.

Later on in the day, I took my niece for a walk in the cemetery. Maybe that sounds a bit morbid, but the cemetery is just down the street from here, and she loves going there. Today, perhaps because of the rain, the flowers that loved the tombstones were especially pretty (heh, at the writers conference they said not to use generic descriptions like 'pretty,' oh well), and my niece had to smell all of them. She would run up to a patch of flowers. "Don't step on them," I would warn, but she would always stop just before doing any damage, crouch at the knees, and then hold her hair back to get a real good whiff. "They smell so beautiful." It's funny, I always thought that you were supposed to stop to smell the roses. I guess running to smell the roses isn't such a bad strategy either.

I'm grateful for a job posting that has me quite excited (20).