My teenage daughter asked me a few days ago to write about perception. Well, I don’t write to order, but I thought I’d try. I asked her what pareticular point she wanted to address, and in teen-like fashion, she’s left me groping in the absence of an answer.
So, what does Webster tell us about perception?
To cut those stories short, I’ll just recount the headlines:
He decided that the best way to clear weeds in my pumpkin patch was to use a lawn mower, not something a bit more capable of getting into the small spaces. His answer to my asking if he’d mowed down my vines was “Hardly.” That’s an answer that defines even a great understanding of English. Hardly!
So it has gone on for a good few years. I decided the best thing was to let him have his Friday afternoon fun and try my best to correct any damage over the following weekend. Most recently, I asked why he’d not been putting the cuttings and rankings onto my compost heaps. He nodded and even confirmed his understanding again as he neared the end of his day. As friends know, I then found 5 bags of yard debris put out for garbage. I collected them and added to my compost heap. The folllwing week, I asked him about what he’d done and he agreed to do it this time. Again, I found bags out for garbage. One more conversation and it was clear that he was a man trying to serve two masters, and we know ow that story goes. He’s employed by the landlords, and whatever ‘Mr Tenant’ may say, the payer calls the tune. Now that has been resolved in my mind, I am at peace, or was.
Last week, I went out on Saturday morning to do my walk and daily golf practice. I couldn’t find any golf balls; usually, about a dozen are lying on the grass. I searched the shrubs and pots; nothing. Surely, he hadn’t raked them up, He’s been doing the yard for over three years for us, and he usually puts the ball in a group somewhere obvious. What could have happened? Surely, not… I walked to the garbage area and as I picked up one bag, out came a golf ball, bouncing down the driveway.