IT’S GOING TO BE A BUMPY RIDE – Marilyn Armstrong

Life is a road which urgently needs repaving. It’s full of pot-holes, rocks, broken branches, quicksand, and mud. It’s amazing how anyone can navigate the distance. What makes repaving plans tricky is no two people travel the same road.

There are far too many roads. All of them need grading and paving.

Okay, sure, sometimes paths cross … even run side-by-side occasionally for miles — years — at a time. But even when they cross or run parallel, they aren’t one road.

It’s like a family with three kids. Say you’ve got an older brother and a younger sister. Your brother becomes a businessman and lives a pretty normal life.

Your sister discovers her own version of chaos theory. She proceeds to live a life of crisis and yeah, chaos. Not theory, but the real deal. As for you, you’re not entirely sane, but compared to your sister, you’re solidly grounded and compared to your brother, you’re a wild child. That’s worrisome because you know how much weird stuff is going on in your head.

All three kids had the same parents. As far as anyone knows, you also all had (more or less) the same upbringing.

So, I guess that road is going to stay uneven. Life will continue to be unfair. It will leave many of us looking skyward, searching for answers and sometimes, for questions.

We have great parents, crappy lives. Horrible parents, amazing lives. That’s just life. Infinitely variable, lumpy, bumpy, and charmingly uneven.

FASTEN YOUR SEATBELT – IT’S GOING TO BE A BUMPY RIDE

Life is a road which urgently needs repaving. It’s so full of pot-holes, rocks, broken branches, quicksand and mud, it’s amazing anyway can navigate the whole distance. What makes repaving plans tricky is no two people travel the same road. Too many roads!

Okay, sure, sometimes paths cross … even run side-by-side for miles — years — at a time. But even when they cross or run parallel, they aren’t a single road.

It’s like a family with three kids. Say you’ve got an older brother and a younger sisters. Your brother becomes a business man and lives a pretty normal life while your sister discovers her own version of  chaos theory. She proceeds to live a life of crisis and yeah, chaos. Not theory, but the real deal. As for you, you’re not entirely sane, but compared to your sister, you’re solidly grounded. That’s worrisome because you know the weird stuff going around in your head.

Yet all three of you had the same parents and as far as anyone can see, more or less the same upbringing.

So, I guess that road is going to stay uneven. Life will continue to be unfair. It will leave many of us looking skyward, searching for answers and sometimes, for questions.

We have great parents, crappy lives. Horrible parents, amazing lives. That’s just life. Infinitely variable, lumpy, bumpy, and charmingly uneven.

UNEVEN | THE DAILY POST

But the flag was still there

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.