Resetting Onself

I was just home in Alabama a few weeks ago.  Most of my family gathered at my mother’s house, the house we grew up in and where my mother, now 92, still lives; lives alone taking care of the house and an acre of land.

We had a great time all being together.  While there I reflected on a conversation I had recently with my mother.  She had said that Author, an elderly gentleman, 86 years old who has done yard work for my mother for years; she said Author had been over wanting to work.  She said she had been glad to see him and that they had gotten a lot done.  She said when Author comes over to work she has to get outside and work along side him otherwise he will go too slowly.

She had said that Author had asked for a raise.  He said, “Mrs. Shoffeitt they’re paying $12 and $15 and you’re paying me $9.”  My mother responded, “Author, you’re old and slow you’re lucky to get $9.”
It always does me good to get back home.  I always feel like I’ve had my batteries charged, kind of like I’ve gotten myself reset.  
Read More