Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows an evil thought as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draws it.
Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves.
-- The Buddha
One of the main reasons for my desire to drive less, go fewer places, aside from Baby's tired engine, is the horrible traffic and even worse streets. The main drag into town is truly horrendous. Imagine the traffic on foothill boulevard. Now remove the freeway. Add dozens of tiny side streets, squish it down to not really two lanes in either direction, angled parking in places, mandatory U-turns, then top it off with no posted speed limits and no traffic law re-enforcement. As I type this I hear yet another ambulance go by. Hear maybe 20-30 a day. This is not conducive to going anywhere city wise. Sadly, with Baby off color, trips into the sticks are curtailed as well. So I have become a major stay at home type. Think I will go out back now and try to will the bamboo to grow.