“Be present in all things and thankful in all things.”
- Maya Angelou (1928–2014), American poet, memoirist, activist
Someone once described war as: ‘Long periods of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror.’
Similar to flying: ‘Hours and hours of sheer boredom punctuated by moments of stark panic.’
And Forrest Gump, fictional creation of writer Winston Groom, once observed: ‘Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.’
My life is like that.
Fairly mundane, routine and predictable.
Until it isn’t.
Near where I work is a sandwich shop. I have walked to it, but usually, under some time constraint, I drive.
I have taken to getting a large sandwich, have half for lunch, and save the other half for dinner.
There is a rather surprising amount of traffic in this particular area — a number of stores; a few eateries; side streets, not all at right angles, and people don’t always yield right of way — so I have to drive with some care.
So long as I pay attention, it works.
I try to park in shade, but it’s often hard to come by, so I bring out my folding sunshade.
