Wisdom is supposed to come with age, but I admit to be perplexed by a growing number of things as time goes on.
I don't understand why, when when you're traveling in a car, the scenery seems to rotate like a great wheel, with the hub at the horizon and the near trees flashing past you?
I don't understand why, when I'm on Baxter Street, I can see Buffalo Mountain, but as I come closer, the mountain seems to disappear behind trees. How can that be?
I don't understand how I have deserved the love of my excellent husband, or how I have retained it deserving or not.
That must require a perspective that goes beyond what my walnut-head can grasp. I'm sort of living with the oddness of it.
I hadn’t noticed the trees thing. I’m always driving, except when Anoreth is driving, and then I’m watching for semi-trucks and praying very hard!