Something to Worry About
When I was a kid, I was free to come and go from home, pretty much at will, especially during the summer months. Yet, it was also true that I never went out without first giving mom a plan. You know, something to worry about.
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The day after the last big snow, as I drove out of Gloucester on my way to yoga, traffic was light and unhurried. Scenes refreshingly beautiful replaced the grimy, tattered, roadside landscapes of mid March on Route 128. My mindful-driving practice was humming along with my car’s heater. I was right there, right then, joyful and warm.
Making a Big Impression
As I turned into the road that turned into the yoga studio parking lot, I realized a car was about to exit. However, this car was exiting from its own lane, but mostly from mine. I slowed to squeak by. My eyes locked with the driver’s. Then, I smiled a broad grin. And next, his gentle, middle aged, mustachioed face twisted into an angry grimace. He tossed me an f-bomb… flipped me the bird. Don’t think that didn’t make an impression.
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