I ride the bus. That is how I get where I want to be. I firmly believe that I could actually drive a car. Nevermind that, I last drove a car 4 years ago. I can afford a car. Any car that my little heart would lust after.
But, I ride the bus. Today, I think I figured out why I ride the bus… well, aside from the fact that I am just too lazy to own a car. I ride the bus because every trip is a journey to gratitude. And the goddess knows, gratitude is damned hard to come by these days.
Bus “Gratitude List” –
- Grateful that the bus shows up.
- Grateful that I can find my fare card and that it has money
- Grateful that I can go almost anywhere for one dollar
- Grateful that the heat or A/C is working
- Grateful to just sit and read, think, nap, people watch for a while
- Grateful to the bus drivers, who on crappy weather days, will let the homeless people ride around as long as they behave.
- Grateful that I am still physically and mentally able to ride the bus
- Grateful that I have the option of taking Uber – that is an option that most of my fellow riders don’t have
- Grateful that I am always treated kindly by my fellow riders
- Grateful that when the bus gets to my stop and I wander back up the hill and into my cosseted life in The Asylum, I have had a little time to reflect on my good fortune.
This was in today’s dead-tree Wall Street Journal. A full-page ad for a gun auction. The pièce de résistance seems to be a tank. Or maybe 20 tanks. Who needs a tank? Really.