Cement Girl

It occurred to me this morning that it's as if i had a normal job, doing my practicum. because: i go three mornings a week, and i'm starting to see the same people because i drive down the same exact street at the same exact time every morning. I see:

-the high school girl who walks to school with her hair wet
-the mechanic men (about ten of them!) who stand around outside their auto place.
-the dad and his 6 year old son who wait for the bus every morning

and now i know all the potholes on the street :)

Also, another funny thing: last week (or the week before?) They were doing construction and they eliminated a lane (it's four lanes), and there were those big orange signs up that usually say "prepare to stop" on them. Except these construction men must have thought they were comedians because there was a piece of paper taped over "stop" and on it, written in big black marker was the word "enjoy". And i remember that that made my morning.

and now this sounds like a really bad analogy for life with God. hahahahahaha.

the end.