Saturday, May 26, 2012
It isn’t until I start interacting with people, or the products of people, that my mood begins to sour. Take yesterday, for example.
The school bus stopped out front of the neighbor’s house; stopped, put out the warning sign and waited as the little girl leisurely strolled from her front door toward the waiting bus, which already had eight or ten cars stopped. Everyone waited as she dillydallied slowly along. She reminded me of Prissy from Gone with the Wind. Cars started honking. There went my day.
