Life in the Slow Lane

Ok, so I don't have a very altruistic reason for carpooling like saving the environment from the harm already done by Hummers and SUVs, but I do feel good about that being one of the results. The other result is, of course, that I save money on gas.

I'm not saying I don't care about the environment, even if some of the more drastic changes won't occur in my lifetime. (I'm not King Hezekiah from the Bible who did not care about future upheavals revealed by prophets because he would have peace in his own lifetime.) But I know I don't think about it as much as I should. Still, there is no one more vigilant in my office when it comes to recycling paper!

The bad part about carpooling is I now have to sit through endless tales of dogs chewing off their stitches or running around with cones around their necks because my carpool partner is absolutely obsessed with her animals. I mean, that's fine, to treat animals well, even almost as humans, but the problem is this endless tirade of stories shows that she doesn't have anything else going for her. I know she has strained family relationships and no romance and evidently very little by way of friendships. I may not have a career and no future as far as love, but the thing is at least I have not given up. I still subject myself to the beautifying rituals that out-to-trot single women do and I will try to find a solution career-wise (looks like it's back to community college for me!) so who knows, things might pick up before I hit the forties. (Got eight years!)

And she wants me to come over one day. Don't think so! I'm scared of dogs! (Even cute harmless ones.)

Wish me luck getting out of it...