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Holding Court

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When the weather outside returns to single-digit cold, there is added incentive to spend a little more time indoors. After work yesterday, I sat down and leaned the recliner back for a little relaxing review of the latest newsworthy offerings from a multitude of front pages on the internet. dscn5755ech

It didn’t take long for our furry friends to join me at that location. Cyndie captured the moment for posterity. I was holding court with our crew.

I read them some of the most outrageous blurbs, but they both ignored the content. Delilah just wanted more scratching, while Pequenita simply wished Delilah would go away.

I switched to telling them tales from this week’s commute to and from work. One morning I had the pleasure of moving in a group of vehicles stuck behind the dreaded slow ambulance with flashing lights.

It moseyed along at a speed about 5 miles an hour slower than the prevailing desired rate of travel. No one dared to pass him, because if you are in front of an emergency vehicle with it lights flashing, you are supposed to pull over and let it pass. Meanwhile, other cars ahead of the ambulance were noticing the lights and pulling over, subsequently becoming added vehicles to our ever-increasing pack.

It was odd to see this huge group of cars slowly “rushing” down the highway together toward their diverse destinations.

On the way home, on a section of divided 4-lane expressway, I spotted a car ahead of me that was having dramatic difficulty maintaining position in the right lane, both crossing the center line and moving off to the right shoulder. It was a little scary to witness. I wondered if it was alcohol related or a case of texting while driving.

I decided to get around the car by passing in the left lane. As I made my way cautiously past, I glanced over to assess the likely reason for the poor lane management. I can’t swear it wasn’t alcohol related, but the easy explanation and my first impression was that it was probably age-related.

The driver was a little old man who could barely see over the steering wheel. I am fairly certain he wasn’t doing any texting.

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Full disclosure: No animals were injured in the creation of this post.

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Written by johnwhays

February 3, 2017 at 7:00 am

Posted in Chronicle

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  1. A special thanks to Cyndie for capturing this happy moment. There are times when we need to recall happy moments that can so easily be forgotten. And, of course, how nice to share that glorious feeling!

    Ian Rowcliffe

    February 3, 2017 at 5:27 pm

    • Yes! Thank you, Ian, for being here to participate in our happy moments, and for your love and support in all our moments, as well.

      johnwhays

      February 5, 2017 at 10:57 am


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