When we lived in Palmdale it was only a hop, skip and a jump down to P's house. P has been my best friend for years and in the last 6-7 that we lived there I helped her take care of her folks. Hey, I even put in a "P-path" so I could walk out the front door, make an immediate left down the path to the sidewalk to get there faster. The problem was that the short section of neighborhood I walked was a low spot and collected all the leaves, grass, trash and ick in the gutter. I had to walk past that smell frequently!
So one day, armed with my rake, I headed down the street and raked all of the muck out of the gutter so it would dry. Then a couple of hours later I followed behind with my broom and shovel and put all of it into my wheelie-bin.
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Uncle Steve (Auntie P's husband) is the one who christened my the gutter goddess when he caught me at work one day. (Hey, I've been called worse things!)
Today while I was playing the gutter goddess of Springville (can you tell me why I keep moving to corner houses with low spots?) I remembered those days in the desert and how I got my title.
(The good news... all of the dirt and grass in my gutter here is dry.)
Another Random Thought-
I think that hard work is good for the soul!
1 comment:
so funny! Who would have ever thought that a broom could look so fabulous! Love this
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