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dotinthesky) wrote2021-06-05 03:59 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2021-06-05 03:59 pm
The Staircase
Every Sunday at noon I walk down the guesthouse's staircase to my brother's house for lunch. It's the one day of the week we don't do any work and where I get to have someone else cook and clean up for me.
One of my tasks is to keep this staircase clean. It doesn't matter if I sweep up during the week or on the weekends, when I descend the steps holding my mom's hand, she invariably says: "this staircase is so dirty. When we had a gardner, he used to keep this spotless and clear. We need to speak to your brother about hiring someone to clean it."
I know I am a Zen master as NOT ONCE have I replied or made any comments.
(It doesn't matter how thorough I am with my sweeping, there's a large cherry tree above the staircase that enjoys dropping leaves as soon as I turn my back.)
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You ARE a Zen master. Withstanding a mother's criticism is the highest challenge, even greater than arrows and blades!