Balancing Acts
It was a cold winter morning in an average American suburb. As Holly vacuumed the living room carpet, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the USPS truck in the window. It braked, stopped to load their mailbox, then maneuvered between the parked cars and piles of snow, both obstacles that Holly found unacceptable. Can't they park in their own driveways? And couldn't the snow plowers leave enough space for two cars on the road? She took a deep breath: before she could get the mail, she needed to finish cleaning up the mess from her four year old's latest culinary arts experimentation. Once done, she turned on the television to keep the younger ones occupied, shielded herself against the elements with her heaviest down coat, and finally trudged outside.
