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My Overalls Have Grown Old

I have this pair of overalls I bought in 1988…when to our cabin I first arrived back then the overalls were new and I was 35. When these overalls were young boy did they work hard all around the cabin…in the driveway…in the yard. They could work for hours with a sickle, hoe or rake… work for an entire day without a rest…without taking a break. But I’ve noticed something in recent years… something I know my overalls don’t want to admit In the 35 years I’ve owned them…they have slowed down a bit. They seem to need more breaks…they don’t work near as hard… they now only last an hour our two…in the driveway or the yard,. I guess it was inevitable and the truth must now be told… in the 35 years since I purchased them…my overalls have grown old. But since they’ve been so good to me for so long…I won’t let them know…I know… and when I put them on…I am happy to let them work a little slow. To let them work at their own pace…and as you may have guessed…. to let them take as many breaks as they might need…to let them take a rest. There is no need to buy new overalls…these old ones work just fine only now the way we work together has, for us, been redefined…. I’ve learned a lot from these old overalls…and the stories they have to tell. I only hope I’m treated with the same respect when I grow old as well. They’re now washed and put away…this year we didn’t quite finish the lawn…. but that’s okay…we’ll get it finished…the next time I put them on.

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