As he promised us a couple of weeks ago, Michael came calling again today. I handed him our Toro leaf blower and asked him if he would mind blowing off the walk and the patio when he was done. Michael was more than willing to do this, so my major problem with his work was satisfied.
Just as he began the back yard, our 100 lb doggie, Abby, the same doggie who wags her precious huge tail at any fruit fly that lands in front of her, started jumping at the back door. I had to let her outside because she had the urge to water the lawn and would not, could not, take no for an answer. She did her duty and sauntered up to Michael, wagging her tail (as if he were a fruit fly, har!). I watched Michael bristle in fear.
"Michael, are you scared of big dogs?" I asked.
"Yes'm. I'm kinda blessed if she don't bite me."
"She won't bite you. Her teeth would probably fall out if she did.. She's old."
"Well, then I really am kinda blessed, I reckon."
I sat on the patio while Abby sniffed around, more to put Michael at ease than anything else. Michael decided to sit with me.
"Are you married, Michael?"
"Oh yes, ma'am. Me, her and I have been married a year." (Oh a little menage de trois? Of course, I didn't SAY that..and do feel a bit ashamed of myself for even thinking it.)
"a 'course, this is a second marriage." he continued." a lady at my church died Tuesday. They buried her on Thursday. I'm kinda blessed because she was my good friend, and I cried when I heard she passed. She was 74 and she were married 61 years.."
(Hmmm..13 year old bride, huh? But I didn't say that..)
"She had cancer and the cremo(sic) hurt her heart and she drowned in her own blood."
Michael's eyes began to fill with tears and I thought, cremo or no cremo, this is a man with a kind heart.
He brushed the tears away with his arm and looked around the yard.
"You think I'm doin' a good job?"
"Michael, you are doing a wonderful job."
and I felt "kinda blessed."
Week Three Summary
3 years ago