This drawing reminds me of the episode of Bugs Bunny wherein Elmer Fudd turns to the audience and says "Shhhhhh, I am hunting wabbits." With rifle in hand, he sneaks through the woods while completely oblivious to the fact that Bugs is shadowing his every move. Proof positive that some times things may be closer than you think.
Getting ready for work this Monday morning, my hair dryer died - just quit working. Who cares, I’ll put my hair up in a bun when I get to work. I must have spent too long in the shower or something – it’s ten minutes past my regular departure time. Great, that means traffic. Backing out of the driveway I hear a crunch - crap, I ran into the trailer of my daughter’s sailing dingy. Crap, crap, crap! Getting out of my cute little Mini Cooper to inspect the point of impact I note that it is foggy. That’s it - I am doomed to sit in traffic this morning.
A sea of brake lights unfolds ahead of me on the 408, and I concede that some things in life are beyond my control. The guy in the Mercedes behind me is shaving - where does the hair dust go? On his fine glove-leather seats? I change the Sirius station from the depressing Bloomberg report to Margaritaville, an act affirming that there are things in my life that I have complete control over. The fog lifts and there is a huge, bad moon descending in front of me. Simultaneously, the sun rises behind me. As a wayward ray escapes from the rising sun and hits my side mirror I notice the words “Objects in the mirror are closer than they may appear.” Well, now how ironic is that?
A sea of brake lights unfolds ahead of me on the 408, and I concede that some things in life are beyond my control. The guy in the Mercedes behind me is shaving - where does the hair dust go? On his fine glove-leather seats? I change the Sirius station from the depressing Bloomberg report to Margaritaville, an act affirming that there are things in my life that I have complete control over. The fog lifts and there is a huge, bad moon descending in front of me. Simultaneously, the sun rises behind me. As a wayward ray escapes from the rising sun and hits my side mirror I notice the words “Objects in the mirror are closer than they may appear.” Well, now how ironic is that?
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