Sometimes, when the weather is nice, I wait out on the front steps for my husband to get home.
Today is such a day, and a lovely one to ride your bike. He rides his to work in good weather.
While I sat there, two different vehicles at two different times stopped at the 4 way stop on my street. Both times a man was yelling at the passenger (I think they were women) about paying bills, money problems, etc.
This is a blue collar neighborhood. And there have been home repos, as many as 90+ in this small community. It was so disquieting that I had to come back in the house. And no matter where you are, you can't get away from the fact that our world seems to be exploding.
It is a beautiful evening. And I am waiting for my husband to come home.
3 comments:
What a nice way to live...I wish I could ride my bike to work and have someone waiting on the porch when I got home...
Stress makes for strange anger...it is a sad thing..
These are hard times, for sure. It's hard to sound optimistic without sounding like Pollyana, but there's good to be found anyway.
It was good evening. I made blue cheese hamburgers. I wanted a picnic. And yes, my life is pretty damned good! I don't want to be like Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette and have to wait until I am very old to realize how wonderful it all has been.
Sempringham, now I have that song running through my head....
"I'll be a pollyana. Who should worry, not for nothing...." was it Doris Day?
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