The world keeps spinning
Laying in the grass and looking up into the blue sky, crossed with clouds and the occasional contrail, I remember so many things. My mind is a film reel of the nonsensical. Unrelated items cross my field of thought, related, yet not related in any way, and I am left to wonder and ponder the connections between seemingly unconnected things.
Left to wonder how I ended up the future owner of a minivan. I clearly remembering vowing never to drive one in my younger days.
That’s a kick in the pants. The universe likes to remind us that you are not in control.
Not even an iota.
Dude, you don’t have to settle for a minivan… Sure they are a little bit more economical, but you are in control, get a Suburban or something that won’t embarrass you every time you look at it in your garage…