THE REAL RUB

Ever so often, I catch Mike rubbing his shoulder because one of his "itis' " is bothering him. They reared an ugly head here lately because he dug some holes to put in nine maple seedlings. Mike figured it would be well worth the aggravation in years to come.

But yesterday Mike was standing in my dry bathtub talking on the phone (THE premier cell coverage area) and I heard him give out a loud, exasperated "AAAAHHHH!!" He had looked out the side yard and two of his prize saplings had been rubbed by a buck deer. One tree was just stripped of bark and might survive. The other was a gonner...broken in half and stripped of all

leaves. Mike had paid $37 at Lowe's for each of those babies, but as I mentioned before, they cost my husband more than mere money.

Does anyone see the irony here?

When we first moved to DoubleTree, Mike was thrilled to see deer on the property; his face lit up like a lottery winner. Even early this morning, we opened the blinds and there were two doe and three yearlings having breakfast in the back...and he was glad again.

Ya just can't have it both ways...

"For there is division in his mind..." James 1:8