So, on the drive into the office this morning, I realized that this was the first morning in a couple of months that I have driven to work in total darkness. I reckon autumn is on it’s way.
Road lit by tail lights
Commuters, to your labors!
We welcome the dawn
Japanese poetic stylings aside, I thought about a few other things as well. One of those this was the person that I regularly see in the vicinity of the Springfield Interchange, who drives a SmartCar. You know what I mean, right? One of those little cars that looks like nothing so much as it looks like a roller-skate with a steering wheel. Well, I don’t have an ax to grind against little cars, nor am I against ecology-driven mechanical design… it’s just that I really think that the last places anyone should be driving a SmartCar is on the Interstate highways… especially I-95 in the vicinity of Washington, DC. It just doesn’t make good sense.
Other thoughts had to do with the dream that I had last night/this morning. In my dream, Mrs. Gunfighter and I were trying to bribe our way through an airport, onto a flight from some Soviet-style country to the United States. Apparently, I had the bright idea to give the ticket clerk a really crisp bill (not sure if it was a $20 or something larger) that was stuck inside of a church bulletin. I know, kind of strange, but it gets stranger. Apparently, my ruse didn’t work, and we had to flee the airport… but the place that we fled to was the yard of my childhood home.
We walked into the yard, but is was strange, because when I was a kid, the vacant property next door was sold and a new home was built, but in my dream, that house (which was owned by a local police officer) had been torn down, and that property was just grass-covered. I talked to the people who currently own the old house, and the man said that he wanted to show me something, and that was a small brass plaque. On the plaque was a raised treble clef, and a dedication to Mrs. Bertha Medley. Mrs. Medley was the choir director in my church when I was a little boy. She has been dead for years. The man also asked me why I had used a church bulletin printed in Japanese at the airport.
I also spent some time wondering about where I was going to go for lunch… but I got nowhere with that. The simple answer is somewhere that I can have a few minutes of alone-time with my book. That is where I will be at about 11:15 Eastern Time.
Then I thought about exiting the highway, and trying not to get into a flaming wreck while I did it. I was successful.
I had a good workout this morning… thirty minutes on the elliptical and then a vigorous round of lifting the kettlebells!
I started writing this little post while I was cooling-down, and finished 5 minutes before post, after showering and changing.
Oh, and I am testing a new holster today. Exciting, no?
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