A Blessed and Rich Nation

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Sometimes it is instructive to contemplate the moment.

To observe and reflect on how you are living, where you are living and who you are living it with.

I was called into work early this Saturday morning to see if I could fix a problem that my coworkers could not figure out.

I could not figure out how to fix the problem either. No one I called in the company, whether they were at home enjoying the weekend or in the office wishing they were, could figure out how to fix the problem.

Oh Well.

Some problems just have to wait for Monday.

From there I wondered out and about with nothing else to do, with no other deadlines to meet and with no other obligations to tend.

So I wondered about on an impromptu walkabout

At this very moment, I am sitting in a little caffé in a small Naval port town. It is a blue sky day with a light breeze stirring the warm clean air. I ordered a late breakfast sandwich, a coffee, and a sherbet. They offer free WiFi here too.

A small roadside antiques and crafts fair is attracting a steady stream of shoppers on one of the town's main streets. There are balloons tied to the barricades blocking off the street to cars. Couples stroll past the merchants, most hand in hand, some trailing children, some leading their dogs, all unhurried and unworried.

Sometimes it is instructive to contemplate the moment.

It is a blessing to live in a place like this.

It is a blessing to live in a country where this carefree and easy life is possible.

(I will try to remember all this on Monday when the shit hits the fan over that problem I could not fix today.)