Multitasking
He soaks thirsty flowerbeds, using his clever, self-invented
contraption—a long copper pipe with holes drilled exactly
four inches apart—and pulls weeds during breaks. I prepare
lunch, water potted plants and shepherd laundry during breaks.
But it's Friday, set aside this week for washing dirt-spattered
windows. He takes the more difficult task outside, in bright sun-
generated heat. Spring cleaning is a bit late this year--first my
surgery, then his auto accident. Now, we push to meet a dead-
line. We're expecting out-state guests. Their plane will land at
Lambert Field, tomorrow noon. They will be met with hearts
at ease, happy petunias, windows with sparkle—and a dessert
of hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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