Service stations

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves? (from Mork and Mindy)

I wondered this as I sat in traffic this evening. A colleague was driving me to pick up my car at the garage. I wished it was warm enough to walk the short blocks but alas it was that stereotypical day here in Winterpeg. I could have walked the distance in 5 minutes but it took us 20 in traffic. Go figure!

Cars…some day I won’t have to depend on them. They are both a blessing or a curse. The road conditions were horrible again today so I chose to change my schedule and stay in the city. The day before I had unplugged my car and the prongs came off in my hand. Because it was Sunday, there was only one shop opened nearby and it had no openings. Turns out it was a good thing because not only was the cord broken, the block heater was not working and needed to be replaced. What was supposed to be a 15 minute job turned out to be an afternoon affair. I left the car and went to the school. When I finally returned to pick it up, my vehicle kept stalling before I could leave the lot. Argh!!! The mechanic took it back in and could not really find the problem though narrowed it down. Service stations drive me crazy in instances like this. Should be ready in the morning.

On another note but still on service, today is Martin Luther King Day in the USA. Several years ago when I was in Atlanta at the MLK Centre I bought a t-shirt with the following quote on it:

Everybody can be great, because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.

May your service change the world.

Peace,

Suzanne