Every once in a while, I see something that makes me laugh. Sometimes, I get a little teary-eyed. Sometimes, I feel all nostalgic. Today, I saw two things that just plain made me happy and I don’t even know why.
When I first left my house at 8:30 this morning, I was in a bad mood, mainly because I was running late for a 9:00 appointment in a town 45 minutes away. Right after I left my neighborhood, I drove past a little old lady with a hunched back. Normally, this would make me feel sad. Today, it made be laugh with complete glee. This cute little old lady was riding a pink bike - complete with a banana seat and streamers from the handle bars. I haven’t seen a bike like that in years - much less being ridden by a lady with long white hair, obvious arthritis in her hands, and probably about 85 years on the odometer.
About 5 minutes later, I was driving down the main road in town and I saw something else which had me laughing so hard I almost dropped my cigarette in my crotch. There on the sidewalk was a man walking. This is by no means unusual. But, this particual man was probably about 35, very tall and burly. He had a crewcut, lots of tattoos, a wifebeater shirt, torn jeans, and a cigar. Normally, I’d probably be a bit wary of him if I passed him on the sidewalk. But this guy was carrying something. A potted African Violet. It was probably the strangest thing he could have been carrying. There were no flower shops or landscapers nearby. No grocery stores or convenience stores. So, no place he could have possibly bought it. But there he was, in all his Hell’s Angle’s glory, taking his violets for a walk.
Now, this tells me one of two things about myself.
- I have become so depressed by the state of this world, that something as simple as a bike and a pot of flowers can make me giggle like a fool.
- I need to spend more time watching the road and less time watching the scenery.