Sunday Drive

As we begin the trip down the winding mountain roads, I sit back to enjoy the views. After a few miles, we pass a steamroller. The man inside is moving along in an attempt to keep the dirt roads flat and smooth.

“Hi, Allan,” Ron and I yell out the window.

A few more miles and we pass a man shoveling gravel.

“Hi, Ken,” Ron and I yell out the window.

They’re the only two people we see for the 30-minute drive.

Ron turns to me when we reach the main road.

“Busy day in the neighborhood,” he says.

Indeed it is.

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And on the writing front, here’s a little tidbit I came across this week while reading A.J. Jacobs' book The Know-it-All: the 16th Century French writer Montaigne “coined the term ‘essay,’ which translates to ‘attempt,’ or a little ‘project of trial and error.’”

Love that.

Speaking of, I hope to share an essay with you next week. Each one I write is meaningful to me, but this upcoming one is particularly close to my heart. In the meantime, you can find me blogging over at EatWasaFeelGood.com.