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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Friday, June 19, 2015

It's all about the timing

I have been thinking about timing, time, a lot lately. One Sunday as I drove to church I hit every green light. Like in baseball when a pitcher is in a no-hitter situation, I didn't want to think about it. I simply appreciated the breeze with which I drove to church. On the ride to the restaurant later, it was not to be the case. Had to stop for every light, it seemed. Funny how that works. My friend, Mo, was telling a story at the pool yesterday and noted how a recent ride had given her all green lights. It is noteworthy when it happens.

One of my Victory friends noted her recent brush with danger or accident. A couple vehicles in front of her were pulling trailers. When one moved over to change lanes, its trailer detached and struck the other truck. How does that happen? And why on the freeway? She saw it happening and was able to avoid the accident. Fortuately no one was hurt but the vehicles and trailer were damaged. She wrote, "If I had been going any faster....", and you know the rest. Whew! I feel so badly for the commuters who face that traffic day upon day. My nerves don't care for that one bit.

The other day Nancy came out to meet me at the pool. She no sooner got into the water and it began to thunder. Nuts!  Even if no storm materializes, we still have to sit out until there is no thunder for 30 minutes. The thunder kept on so we parted company to try another time. If only we'd gone out earlier....

Watching the traffic flow is interesting, too. The cars are in a dance of sorts, passing within inches of each other, seemingly held apart by paint on the pavement. The lights change and another line of cars proceed. On Sunday mornings, more than once I've experienced having to sit through the red light twice before leaving Blanding for Argyle Forest Blvd. The first time it happened I thought the lights must be messed up. After about four minutes, we at last got the arrow to turn. I was thinking we should go around on the red since no cars were coming. The second Sunday it happened made me think the lights must be timed this way for whatever reason. During the week it is set to cycle the usual way, but at this time of morning on Sunday, apparently we heading up the hill into Argyle can wait. We've got time!


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