This morning when I raised my garage door, many little bits of newspaper fluttered around in the wind. Christmas Eve my wife couldn't find the paper. She had decided that it hadn't come. Later as I was clearing the driveway, the snowblower jammed and then shut off. I was frustrated. I got out a stick to clear it.
I found the newspaper. Caught in the tangle of blades made it unreadable. I dug, and dug, and finally freed it. When I started the blower up again. a shower of paper bits fouled the air, and shortly thereafter, the ground around me.
Apparently the newspaper delivery person decided that the middle of the driveway with many inches covering the blacktop was a good placement of the paper. More than likely the delivery person didn't worry too much about placement but was looking for uncomplicated.
It made me think of things that been thrown in my life by careless people, or my own carelessness. It can lay there buried unseen. It jams up a life and takes time to clear away the debris. And sometimes the mess it leaves can stay for a while.
I think the answer is to be careful what you include in your own life, and accept that sometimes "Shit happens." Unstick the clog and live with the mess.
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