My assumptions
I do make an honest effort to decode signs. Sometimes I get close. We had stopped to buy dairy products at a small restaurant. In the parking lot there was a large warning sign. My first guess was that it was telling me to dump the garbage can into the trunk of a nearby truck. That made no sense. I re-interpreted things and it turned out that the sign was warning me that if I stayed parked there a big truck would come and tow me away. Not me literally but someone else. Warning taken. Yesterday and overnight we went to visit the new summer home of son #2 and his family. In the woods away from the city. A lovely home that would look good on the pages of a Architectural Digest. I cannot speak to how things will be in the middle of winter but I assumed that will workout in due time. Still it was fun to visit even if I cannot claim to have seen everything. Now we’re back in the city waiting to have a larger group for a supper. At least I think that is the plan. I spend a lot of time guessing about the intentions of others. Given my age, they accept my wrong impressions and assumptions. Not ready to head back to our home just yet. At least that is my assumption. I will know that we’re headed for home when we cross the big bridge and get back on familiar roads.
