A busy day. Work to be done and lots of miles to be driven. It’s been a while since I was on a schedule and it was interesting how I fell back into it as if I’d never stopped. I commuted for so many years over so many miles, I go into travel mode and just drive.
The roads are worse than I remember. More potholes. Rougher surfaces. The bad economy shows itself in subtle and not so subtle ways. I had 62 miles to travel each way. I could have listened to music, but I didn’t I just thought. Mostly I thought about how much I would like to have a nicer car if I’m going to have to drive so many miles. A car with a gentler ride but which gets better mileage. What I really want is a very high-grade all-wheel-drive vehicle because I need something that is comfortable, gets reasonably good mileage, and will get me wherever I need to go regardless of the weather. I think it isn’t going to happen, but a gal can dream.
It was a long day and I think it went well, though I’ll believe it when we have a signed and sealed agreement. I found myself actually enjoying doing what I do so well … analyzing software and figuring out how I can make it easier to use. It may not sound thrilling to anyone but me, but there is something very satisfying about untangling words and clarifying concepts so that everyone can understand them. I think this is the first time I have realized exactly how satisfying it is. Interesting to make this discovery after all these many years.
I brought my camera with me because I take a camera with me everywhere I go. Considering that the entire trip was on high-speed limited access roads, there were not a lot of photo opportunities, so I stopped along the way home at a rest stop. It was just a standard highway facilities stop. McDonald’s. A coffee shop. Pizza. Odds and ends. A mini grocery. Rest rooms. ATM machines. And of course, the symbol of the American highway: gasoline pumps.
It was yet another challenge to a determined photographer!
The wind was up and the flags were flying. They were all snapping in the breeze, twisting around their poles and the sky was bright blue with puffy white clouds. I took a few pictures. It’s nice that we fly our flag everywhere so proudly. It’s an American thing. You don’t see flags as often in other countries. We are a very patriotic people.