Perfect early summer day here today. I'm doing my favorite weekend activity: patching the pond liner. I've figured out that as usual, my impatience is the problem. You have to let the patch cure for a full day, and I can never wait that long to fill the pond and get the waterfall gurgling again.
Impatience is one of the deadly sins I struggle with, along with sloth, gluttony, envy; actually most of the other ones, but those aren't what I'm talking about here. (And let's just ignore lust, thank you.) You know you're impatient if you always swear during the interminable five seconds it takes for your computer to start up. I try to take that moment just to breathe, but I grit my teeth.
Anyway, the patch should hold this time. I did it all correctly, using a hair dryer and a number of other random tools. While I wait, I'll remind myself to enjoy the moments; this summer day, a three-day weekend, my burgeoning garden, kids' voices playing baseball, my blooming crabapple. These are the days.
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