It's December 31... but the multiflora roses are still blooming. I passed a couple of bushes on the walk home and stopped to smell the roses. Even with my head cold, I got a nice hit of rose scent.
Traffic was very light on this holiday eve afternoon, and I walked on down the street into the residential neighborhood. There's a block alongside a park, well out of any main traffic route, and I decided to cross and walk down the 'wrong' side of the street. All the streets have a slope from center out to the gutters, and it helps my right hip to walk some in the direction with my right leg is on the long side.
I walked just a few steps down the street and saw a Greg's Driving School car come around the corner in my direction, turning right from a side street. They like this street too, because there's rarely any other traffic. Proving that is a good choice, the car failed to make the turn (even at very low speed) and careened up onto the parkside curb with one wheel before coming to a stop. Now I was questioning my choice to walk down the street. I chuckled at what the instructor and student might be thinking right then, and walked out several yards into the park - seemed like a safe distance - as the car backed up and then advanced sslloowwllyy up the street.
I crossed "driving instructor" off my list of possible retirement pastimes. Smelling roses is still on the list.
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