tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168133218262109394.post5609516224074778645..comments2024-02-24T03:51:32.741-05:00Comments on WATERFALL ROAD: GRUMPY OLD BASTARD HURRYING SLOWLYAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809939319938112752noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168133218262109394.post-86054466311793966712014-06-06T09:49:04.702-04:002014-06-06T09:49:04.702-04:00Wow Tj...quite a diatribe going on here this morni...Wow Tj...quite a diatribe going on here this morning..guess it is not really a diatribe but certainly is a dialog...I know how you feel about phone calls, prejudice, driving and police and needing less...I have all the same feelings...it must be something that happens as we age.... I too want to stay home and look out the windows at donkeys, squirrels, birds, rhododendron, ferns, wild violets, jewelweed.I don't have all of those things to look at but most...then on the other hand I want to move where I can walk on a sidewalk through a vibrant neighborhood to the local markets and art venues, mix and converse with intelligent people who can speak of things other than whether my trees block their view for getting off a side street to another road...dang...if they would stop, look and proceed it would be fine but they want to hesitate at the stop and then go...I guess I want the best of both worlds...That is the libra in me and I know there is no "best." there will always be the unpleasant side of everything, everyplace and every one...and I could go on and on but will say thank you for the morning read...enjoyed and it got me to thinking...Darlene Sperberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10842207296309478132noreply@blogger.com