Whither I Wander
It’s said that a wandering mind is a sign of aging and I am certainly proof. When I was younger, I had the impression that it was one of the many negative aspects of aging. Nowadays, I realize that it’s a perk. In my youth, I hated standing in lines. As I waited to buy groceries or purchase tickets, each second stretched for hours as I fumed about the things I had to do. Now I find lines interesting. There are so many different people to watch. If I tire of that, my mind will take a trip down memory lane and time flies. Last week, I had a thirty minute wait, while Miss Muffin took her first guitar lesson. I sat outside the lesson room, listening for a bit, while simultaneously enjoying the parade of customers. I wanted to urge more practice on the teen, who was certain that his instrument was responsible for his bad playing. My mind quickly traveled to pleasurable hours jamming with my best friend and oldest cousin. We loved playing and no one had to urge us to practice. I di