Tag Archives: Parking
Sweating The Small Stuff
I’m not much of a worrier. I’m a basically optimistic person, and I tend to believe that everything will work out okay. And it usually does. And when it doesn’t, I mostly take it in stride, and wait for life to get better again. And it usually does. Of course, there is the Big Stuff …
Bye-Bye
I’ve said before that I can’t park. Parallel is ridiculous. Good thing I didn’t have to demonstrate to get my license. But the only place where I must parallel park is my Yoga class. But I’ve worked it out. I wait by the fire hydrant for the previous class to get out. I wait for …
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