When my life gets too simple up here in the cottage, and I can’t think of anything to blog about, I head for the beach. Even the simple, every day happenings are food * for the soul, as I discovered today. New sewer pipes are being laid under the road between the two beaches where I walk, and for the last week or two there has been a detour-- for vehicles, but not for my two feet. At each end traffic policemen hold signs that say ‘Stop’. My mind gets chatting as I walk along: Must be a boring job or do they practice being in the Now? Well, the weather is warm and there’s no snow.
On and on I go, making up ‘stuff’, all the while acknowledging that I have zero experience with this kind of job. I decide to stop to talk with one of the men and this is what I get: I’ve been doing this for eight year and it doesn’t get boring. There’s enough going on and you never know when an ambulance might need to get through… I’ll take this weather any day… And besides, I’m lucky to have work in the winter.
Here I am, grateful for a day with no obligations, and this man is grateful for a job. My goodness, simplicity can be complex?
* I added my Comfort Beef Stew to ‘Comfort Food’ in ‘Cottage Companions’.
On and on I go, making up ‘stuff’, all the while acknowledging that I have zero experience with this kind of job. I decide to stop to talk with one of the men and this is what I get: I’ve been doing this for eight year and it doesn’t get boring. There’s enough going on and you never know when an ambulance might need to get through… I’ll take this weather any day… And besides, I’m lucky to have work in the winter.
Here I am, grateful for a day with no obligations, and this man is grateful for a job. My goodness, simplicity can be complex?
* I added my Comfort Beef Stew to ‘Comfort Food’ in ‘Cottage Companions’.