In this quiet Saturday evening I pause to envy the fish. Today, I learned that my car of 7 years will not take me any further. It's a 1987 Oldsmobile 88 Custom Cruiser. It is basically a battle cruiser on wheels. And it had so much wrong with it that I'm amazed I even drove it as much as I did lately. The odometer sits at 160, 000 miles and cannot be moved any further.
I feel some relief at the prospect of not dri-ving another foot in it. Another part of me would not mind having it around to use when the odd occasion arose. I will give it my all to try to live without it. I don't think it will take me long to adjust.
And now to the fish. It moves through its world with grace and aplomb. It does not need gasoline. It does not need maintenance. It needs to stay away from predators. As do we. I merely wish to give the fish its due.
Glub, glub, glub...
