An incident happened this past week that created for me a certain pause to think about things.
I don’t often think about too many things. After all, with only one little gray cell, it is hard to think about things in the plural. “One-thought-at-a-time,” is my life motto. Experience has taught me that too many thoughts at any given time, usually leads to trouble with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage.
I was going to pick up a few items at Publix when it happened. I parked in the parking lot as normal, got out of the car and started towards the store. Halfway to the store is when it happened.
Even now as I think about it, I’m a little excited. Believe me; it takes quite a bit to get me excited these days.
Walking towards the entrance to the store, I saw on the ground a penny, which caused me to stop in my tracks.
I do not bend over for anything unless it is important these days. My problem is that if I bend over I will have difficulty in unbending. It has to be something rather important for me to bend down, let alone pick it up.