Why did I ever think I didn’t want to be like Therese of Lisieux, the saint who said that little things were important?
Yesterday and today I spent reworking the drippers on our watering system because the ones we bought were defective. I took each one apart and drilled the drip holes again to get out the bits of plastic left behind from the factory process.
As a result, the job that I thought yesterday was going to take me about 15 minutes has now consumed two full days.
So that’s what happened to my blog post yesterday. Today I’m too tired as well to write anything profound about my third unsolved scientific conundrum. If the watering system stands the test process tomorrow, I will resume my philosophical angst about the implications of Darwin’s theory for our ideas of morality.
In the meantime, my apologies to Therese of Lisieux. Little things do matter.
But at least the door of the airplane I was flying in last month was properly closed. Some little things are bigger than others.
I’ll take my plugged water drippers and stop complaining.