Post by coots on Jul 15, 2019 19:58:50 GMT -5
Dick Brooks, Columbia-Greene Media
July 12, 2019 11:33 am
I awoke the other day, had my coffee, saw The Wife off to her day at work and then started gathering up the week’s trash for our jaunt to the Transfer Station to deposit the recycling into its Dewey Decimal containers and to toss the rest of the week’s cast offs with a pleasing clank into the huge compactor bin.
This chore done, I asked Telly, my faithful canine companion, if he was up for a little meander. As usual, he agreed hardily.
That’s what I love the most about Telly, he always wants to do what I want to do.
I pointed Ota, the Toyota down a little side road we hadn’t traveled for some time and we meandered. We came to a crossroads and the traffic light there turned red as we pulled up to it.
I stopped and waited until it turned green and we proceeded towards home. Being relaxed and in a reflective mood, I started thinking about that intersection. There were no other cars anywhere in sight, there were no houses nearby, why had I stopped?
I could have easily just driven through and nobody would have ever known. I decided that this matter needed a little pondering.
Arriving home and realizing that senior citizens who sit and ponder for any length of time often find themselves in a place where the walls are cushioned, I fired up my lawn tractor and started my biweekly trip around the lawn. I frequently save my pondering for mowing time.
I have mowed this lawn at least 1,500 times roughly figured and know every turn, bump and errant rock on the property.
I set my mental cruise control and started having a nice little ponder.
I had stopped and waited for the light. Why? I wasn’t afraid of being ticketed, there wasn’t a police officer for miles. I finally decided it was all a matter of trust.
My friends and neighbors trust me to do what’s right and vice versa. Most of our society is based on trust. I follow the rules of the road because I trust the folks that made them.
When I go to the market and buy food, I eat it trusting the folks that produced it and sold it.
When I give that cute little lady at the drive through at the bank my money, I trust her to give it back when I need it. I trust doctors with my life and health, I buy a car trusting that it will transport me safely from place to place. I trust my plumber to keep me drinking and flushing, my electrician to chase away the dark and to keep my technology functioning.
I gave my children to teachers trusting that they would fill them with all the knowledge that they were capable of holding.
Grudgingly, I even admitted that I trust our politicians to keep all our levels of government functioning. It’s been more than 200 years and we’re still here.
We make rules and trust folks will follow them. Most people do, we can trust them. The ones who aren’t trust worthy are usually caught and punished.
Trust is a good thing! Thus ended my ponder. I shut off the lawn tractor and surveyed my now well groomed property.
In the troughs of my ponder, I had mowed over part of one of the flower beds. I trust that I will hear about it.
July 12, 2019 11:33 am
I awoke the other day, had my coffee, saw The Wife off to her day at work and then started gathering up the week’s trash for our jaunt to the Transfer Station to deposit the recycling into its Dewey Decimal containers and to toss the rest of the week’s cast offs with a pleasing clank into the huge compactor bin.
This chore done, I asked Telly, my faithful canine companion, if he was up for a little meander. As usual, he agreed hardily.
That’s what I love the most about Telly, he always wants to do what I want to do.
I pointed Ota, the Toyota down a little side road we hadn’t traveled for some time and we meandered. We came to a crossroads and the traffic light there turned red as we pulled up to it.
I stopped and waited until it turned green and we proceeded towards home. Being relaxed and in a reflective mood, I started thinking about that intersection. There were no other cars anywhere in sight, there were no houses nearby, why had I stopped?
I could have easily just driven through and nobody would have ever known. I decided that this matter needed a little pondering.
Arriving home and realizing that senior citizens who sit and ponder for any length of time often find themselves in a place where the walls are cushioned, I fired up my lawn tractor and started my biweekly trip around the lawn. I frequently save my pondering for mowing time.
I have mowed this lawn at least 1,500 times roughly figured and know every turn, bump and errant rock on the property.
I set my mental cruise control and started having a nice little ponder.
I had stopped and waited for the light. Why? I wasn’t afraid of being ticketed, there wasn’t a police officer for miles. I finally decided it was all a matter of trust.
My friends and neighbors trust me to do what’s right and vice versa. Most of our society is based on trust. I follow the rules of the road because I trust the folks that made them.
When I go to the market and buy food, I eat it trusting the folks that produced it and sold it.
When I give that cute little lady at the drive through at the bank my money, I trust her to give it back when I need it. I trust doctors with my life and health, I buy a car trusting that it will transport me safely from place to place. I trust my plumber to keep me drinking and flushing, my electrician to chase away the dark and to keep my technology functioning.
I gave my children to teachers trusting that they would fill them with all the knowledge that they were capable of holding.
Grudgingly, I even admitted that I trust our politicians to keep all our levels of government functioning. It’s been more than 200 years and we’re still here.
We make rules and trust folks will follow them. Most people do, we can trust them. The ones who aren’t trust worthy are usually caught and punished.
Trust is a good thing! Thus ended my ponder. I shut off the lawn tractor and surveyed my now well groomed property.
In the troughs of my ponder, I had mowed over part of one of the flower beds. I trust that I will hear about it.