The world is small
As we walked down the street we took notice of the changes, remarking about how strange it was to see Levine's, our family funeral parlor for several generations, gone. Just gone. It is the only place I've ever been to a funeral. I have no clue as to where we will go for the subsequent deaths in our family. I guess Stanesky.
We got our bagels, and a couple of little noshes for the car ride home, and headed off back to our town. As we were driving through out city we noted new changes there as well, because we were on a route we rarely travel, being from the south side of the city. We passed through the city centre, and were heading south when I almost crashed the car in shock. My all time favorite purple house is no longer purple. It is beige. BEIGE. It was a beautiful old victorian on a small side street, the most lucious grape color. It was warm and welcoming and funky and I loved to pass it by. It always made me feel happy. Now it is beige.
The Girl and I looked at each other in horror. We just were in shock. She said to me, "Doesn't it feel like we haven't been out of the house in months?" She's right, it does. We've been out and about on a daily basis, but we tend to stay within our small circle of our village and the neighboring villages. We rarely go beyond our regular stomping grounds.
I had no idea of how limited we've been lately. We've been places, plenty of places. But always either south or west. This is the first easterly excursion in months and so many changes have taken place. I guess it's time for a field trip. Hopefully, once we get the new car, it will be easier.
But it was really amazing to feel like the world has just passed us by as we've lived our quiet little lives here in the garden spot of America.
In other news, Barry Bonds cheated his way to a world's record. Bully for him.
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