When to Quit Whining

After 6 weeks, Wednesday was the day I was to be free of the cast on my right arm. Nope.

Being a wise man, my Dr. said he's heard me whining for weeks about how far behind I am in getting my house together for Jr.'s June graduation. He knows I'll jump right in, over-do it, and maybe aggravate the break. Two more weeks.
I agree, but I'm not happy.

Then, today, my neighbor calls me. She says she's going to be gone for a couple of days and asks I keep an eye on her house. First, let me tell you about my neighbor.

She's in her mid-60's. When she was born, she came out with her right arm over her head, and the Dr. used it to pull her out. Her right arm is crippled.
She has a gazillion grand kids and every Christmas knits each a hat, scarf and mittens. She quilts.

So, today, she asks me to watch her house because she's going out of town to participate in a bowling tournament.

Time to quit whining.