... thought to be thankful for. I always make a stop someplace along the road when I go to SC for the day to visit my pen pal. Sometimes going to a Home Depot garden shop that is just off an exit on I-85 in north Georgia. Or going a little farther off the interstate to get to Wally-world and find something colorfully blooming in there plant selection, as well as pick up something for us to eat from the bakery. Today the stop was on a busy section of highway in Commerce at the big discount store.
When I pulled into the parking lot, pretty early in the day, after leaving metro area about 6:15, and heading out northeast in the interstate, I noticed someone parked in an SUV out on the far edge of the lot. It almost looked like a traffic accident had occurred, with lots of stuff lying around the vehicle. Went on in through the garden shop, found a really pretty hanging basket, full of what the tag described as 'climbing vinca'. It should bloom all summer with plenty of water and bright sunshine.
Being mildly intrigued by the mess there at the end of the paved diagonal parking, I sort of detoured out of my way heading back to the street. Observing a woman, who appeared to be the sole occupant of the utility vehicle, who was industriously taking things out of the back hatch. Piling up various items on the asphalt. Corrugated cardboard boxes. A folded up canopy/tent. Plastic bins. But apparently not making a dent in the packed-to-the-brim rear of the truck. So tightly jammed in that even though she had a goodly sized pile of belongings on the pavement, you could not see through to the seating area in the front.
Looking for all the world like she was living in there. Or moving from A to B with all her worldly possessions carefully/meticulously filling every square inch of her SUV. Making me very thankful that I am neither moving nor living in a car. Thankful for a home, bed, walls, electricity, potable water on demand, utilities, appliances, clean, dry, warm/cool. Thankful to be here, amongst all the 'mod- cons'.
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