On Saturday I was neck deep in a washer dryer problem that I couldn't solve with any amount of tech support and then moved onto a clogged drain that I've since had to call a plumber for - and I was not handling it well. I'm normally good at home repair and improvisation; I felt like a squirrel that's fallen out of his own tree.
"What are you mad about Daddy," my daughter and son asked when I finally emerged from my projects.
"The bathroom drain," I said and had to bit my tongue when they both laughed.
"The drain! That's the funniest thing ever."
If restraint were anything like a cork on a bottle, I could have hit the moon if you pointed me in the right direction.
I tried what I could to calm down. I exercised. I cleaned up. I listened to music. I did some light shopping. I remained irate; couldn't shake it.
"Let's walk down here," my wife suggested later in the day. We're living in a new town now and exploring when we get the chance, "There's supposed to be a little river down this way."
There was. And some of the most lovely old oaks I've even seen. Their bowls were so wide that our whole family holding hands in a ring together couldn't have circled them.
"Look at that," I said involuntarily holding my hand against the rough bark, "look at that."
And I felt better. All the stupid energy I'd spent getting mad at the things I couldn't fix just fell away like so much junk.
"Trees," I thought, "Who knew I needed a tree."
But I'm glad I found them.
I want a doll (or toy) like me
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