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Entries in thinking (2)


It's where the mind goes . . . 

My daughter called and asked me to pick up a tea infuser using a gift card she sent home. She wasn't sure how to activate the card, which is why she mailed it home in the first place. Here, it had been activated already, probably by the giver, which I reported to her via a phone message. She called back and asked me so visit our favorite little haute-couture (aka trendy and expensive) shop in our hometown to see if a new inventory of tea infusers came in.

As requested, I headed out to Cafe Chocolate around midday, gift card tucked into my little black wallet.

Rothsville, PA The trip to Lititz is a few miles long, via a two-lane road (Route 772) past downtown Rothsville, thinning to a few homesteads and then becoming a country road that cuts through forested fields and winding creeks.

At the first hairpin turn, fire police were rerouting traffic off Route 772. Two official vehicles were there, lights flashing, shunting traffic up the hill and away from a tragic scene out of view.

What happens when you are detoured from a road and have no idea why? I can tell you what happens to me. I begin imagining scenarios like a late-model car has wrapped around a telephone pole. An old farmhouse has been torched and all that's left is smouldering rubble. A minivan has plowed into one of the Amish buggies that travels 772 routinely, killing all the occupants of the buggy and the horse.

Until the Sunday paper's delivered, I'll be mulling over all the reasons why my Camry was detoured today--a cold, clear, blustery afternoon--in Lititz. Not that I would've wanted any of those things to happen. I certainly didn't.

It's just where the mind goes under those circumstances, doesn't it? When we are precluded from knowing what really happened, our imaginations race ahead to the most colorful things that could have transpired. Or at least mine does.


Writing improves thinking

Yesterday, a friend told me she felt especially sad. On the same day she'd sent her late mother's things to auction, her son wrote a poignant blog post about leaving the United States for the mission field in India, forwarding what he'd written.

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