MAKING THE POINT….
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
Last year, when the power mower was broken and wouldn’t run, I
kept hinting to my husband that he ought to get it fixed, but
somehow the message never sunk in.
Finally I thought of a clever way to make the point. When my
husband arrived home that day, he found me seated in the tall
grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
He watched silently for a short time, and then went into the house.
He was gone only a few moments, and when he came out again he
handed me a toothbrush.
“When you finish cutting the grass,” he said, “you might as well
sweep the sidewalks