Day 81; Footnotes of Leaves and Unwanted Thoughts Begone

 I needed a distraction. I had something that was on my mind and I was tired of allowing it that space.  Thoughts that served no purpose and solved no issues. Mental meanderings that if not stopped, would only send me deeper into a sadness I detest. Thoughts that if not sent on their way, would only ruin a gorgeous day.

 I decided that the best way to distract myself and otherwise occupy my mind, was to  get busy doing something that was overdue. I started by finding my gear. I grabbed my work gloves, safety glasses and sweat bands to keep the sweat from running down into my eyes.  Wearing contacts, sweat pouring into my eyes is agony. I then walked around to where I had left my rake in the back yard, propped up against a tree. Grabbing it and a tarp I headed for the front corner of the yard.

This was not going to be easy, I honestly do not like raking. I chose this spot because I knew there were going to be problems due to the dozens of vines that are off shoots of the Wisteria bushes in that corner. I struggled with the vines for a while then went back across the yard and got my hedge clippers. Making short work of the vines I was able to finally rake. I had to rake because of flowers that are planted there.

 Once I got the leaves in the corner raked up to one area, piled along with the cut vines, I walked once again to the house and got the push mower. Filling it with gas and checking the oil I pushed it up to the front of the yard and after a few hard tugs on the pull rope had it roaring to life. As best as a used and abused mower can roar.  I then began to mulch the leaves in my folk’s yard. Taking it one section at a time I pushed the mower in rows. I would cut one way, then back up over the same line pushing the leaves to the side. Section by section the mower and I made our way.

Stopping only for drinks of water, I made my way across their front yard. Knowing there were small bushes that were coming up near the larger, I avoided the areas I knew they were. Mom had mentioned wanting to transplant them elsewhere.

I had gotten most of the yard mulched and cleared when I simply ran out of oomph.  It was frustrating, looking at the small area left, but just not having the energy to finish. It didn’t help that the wind had shifted and was blowing the dust and shredded leaves back on me. I didn’t mind it on  my clothing, just didn’t want it in my eyes. 

Two hours after starting, I was done for the day. Pushing the mower back across the yard, I gathered my rake and hedge clippers. As I carried everything back to the house mom shouted, wanting to know it I had run out of gas. I laughed and told her that I had, but not the mower.

 Going into the house I went to sit down when I saw the loudest of the feral cats peering in the back storm door and meowing loudly. Walking to the door I asked the cat ‘what’s up’ (as if it was going to answer). Opening the door I stepped out and sat down on the top step. The loud cat had jumped down to the bottom step but didn’t leave. Then, when I called it, the cat actually came to me.

After giving it a bit of a scratch behind the ears, I got up to get some water as their bowl was empty. Bringing the water and a bit to eat the loud cat was still waiting and happy for a bit more to eat.

Later, when my son came in from the race in Atlanta,I told him about petting the cat. It was still stretched out on the top step so my son walked out to see. By the time I got out there the cat was watching him from the bottom step. I sat down and it came right to me. Readily allowing my son to rub its back. Then my son, taking a chance, decided to see if the cat would allow him to pick it up…and it did. It was nervous for a moment then settled right in and made itself comfortable.

When I came back inside my mood was much better. A long, hot shower to wash away the dust finished ridding my mind of the unwanted thoughts. Once again I realized that I have power and control over my thoughts and emotions. I decide whether I am going to be sad, worried, angry, or any of the many other possible emotions and thoughts. I decide which thoughts and feelings are allowed and preferred.

I will admit though, those unwanted thoughts, helped me make a lot of those unwanted leaves to begone.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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6 Responses to Day 81; Footnotes of Leaves and Unwanted Thoughts Begone

  1. ΠιCΘLΣ says:

    This was a nice read. Physical activity is a great stress reducer and I am very happy to see that you have recovered somewhat. I hope you will continue to feel well over the course of the week. xo

    • Thank you. Between my yard and my parent’s yard, I should be totally stress free by the time I’m finished 😉 But you are right, physical activity is great for days like today. Thank you for your visit and kind words.

  2. Irene Melgoza says:

    That’s a lot of leaves to rake.

    • You haven’t seen nothing yet…and actually, I sorta cheated. I used the mower in my folk’s yard and will use it for parts of mine. It all depends on where there are flowers growing 😉 Thanks Irene, always good to see you.

  3. HigherTimesMentalHealth says:

    You are a very strong person.

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