A Brisk Walk

Happy Sunday morning to each and every one of you. I took off for a local convenience store this morning after a brief conversation with my son, and a friend of my daughters, about the temperature. My suggestion that it was cool was met with considerable opposition and words like brutal or cold were recommended in its place. After this short consultation I settled on brisk. And as it turned out I was right. Properly dressed, I proceeded to said store for a cup of coffee. Well, actually, French Vanilla Cappuccino, which is as close to actual coffee as I ever get. A pretty uneventful walk all in all, for me anyway. There was the one guy waiting at an intersection in a residential area. He had plenty of time to make his turn well ahead of me. When I got to the intersection he motioned to me so I figured he was lost and needed directions. When I stepped toward his vehicle he muttered something like, no I was ... , and then proceeded to enter the intersection and make his turn. It turns out the pause there, well ahead of the stop sign, was to light a cigarette. How was I to know. Then at the store I, while at the counter with my coffee, realized I didn't grab enough change to cover the transaction. I apologized and left the coffee and started to walk off when the cashier asked how much I had. I was 4 cents short. He said, no problem, I'll take it. I thanked him and took the coffee, along with a tinge of embarrassment, out the door and headed back home. At 53, I can't say that my life has been one exciting thing after another, but I can say it's largely unpredictable and that God finds ways to put a smile on my face even on the worst of days. Upon my arrival home I informed our Golden Retriever that he missed out on a great walk. He, like so many of my K-9 and humanoid friends, just looked up at me like he didn't have the vaguest idea what I was talking about.