Yesterday was a very long duty day.
From a high vantage point the septic man slowly drove into the driveway,
dug out the tank, lifted the lid, and voila!
Eew.
Then the tattooed and pierced furnace man, retired from the Marines after 25 years, came to change the filters on the oil tank and vacuum the soot from the burner.
Then the beautiful physical therapist came to watch Hip Man climb stairs and attempt leg lifts that accompanied his grunting. "Do you have ankle weights?" she asks him.
I snicker in the corner, covering my mouth with my hand. Keep quiet, I tell myself, and immediately think of that prayer about the Lord having one guiding hand on my shoulder and one over my mouth.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
Then the tattooed and pierced furnace man, retired from the Marines after 25 years, came to change the filters on the oil tank and vacuum the soot from the burner.
Then the beautiful physical therapist came to watch Hip Man climb stairs and attempt leg lifts that accompanied his grunting. "Do you have ankle weights?" she asks him.
I snicker in the corner, covering my mouth with my hand. Keep quiet, I tell myself, and immediately think of that prayer about the Lord having one guiding hand on my shoulder and one over my mouth.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
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