Those Little Things

You have them or at least I hope you do. I have them and see them everyday. Just awhile ago the little orange light on my dash constantly flashed at me. It would never go away! "CHECK ENGINE, CHECK ENGINE" over and over. Every time I got in the car it reminded me of the need to get whatever was wrong with my car fixed. It was like a little finger in my side poking me over and over. The day when I fixed it was such a rush of excitement from such a great accomplishment could never be understood unless one was there to see me at that historic event.

Then there was my daughter's bike. For over six months I walked by that bike and every time I did I remembered I needed to get a tire for it. I just always seemed to forget about it when I went to the store. Then the great day of my memory actually working came and I bought a tire for the bike. As any proud father would be at fulfilling what he told his daughter he would do I proudly replaced that tire just to find out that the other tire was also flat, prolonging the bike to be rode for another couple weeks. Finally the great day came and her first attempts on the bike were ones to be cherished.

Whether its the lawn needing to be mowed, or the cloths needing to be folded there always seem to be something needing to be done. Some of them usually get done while special projects never get done. Those that never get done, they are the ones that I am talking about. They sit there to bug us. Poke us. Remind us that we always have something to do.

The funny thing about those tasks is that when they are done it seems for me that I have removed one of those pesky fingers from poking me, allowing me to rest for a bit. Not for long because I know that there is another prolonged project on the way.