Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Wed, 22 Sep 1999 06:26:00 -0400
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The humor piece "The Cat Years," which was
sent out on 8/17/99 is written by Adair Lara of
the San Francisco Chronicle.
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"The Trouble Tree"
The carpenter I hired to help me restore
an old farmhouse had just finished a
rough first day on the job. A flat tire
made him lose an hour of work, his
electric saw quit, and now his ancient
pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stoney
silence. On arriving, he invited me in to
meet his family. As we walked toward
the front door, he paused briefly at a
small tree, touching the tips of the
branches with both hands.
After opening the door, he underwent
an amazing transformation. His tanned
face was wreathed in smiles, and he
hugged his two small children and
gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he walked me to my car.
We passed the tree, and my curiosity
got the better of me. I asked him about
what I had seen him do earlier.
"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied.
"I know I can't help having troubles on
the job, but one thing for sure, troubles
don't belong in the house with my wife
and the children. So I just hang them
up on the tree every night when I come
home. Then in the morning, I pick them
up again."
"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I
come out in the morning to pick them
up, there aren't nearly as many as I
remember hanging up the night before."
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