The Sunday program was a good use of time. It had been quite a while since my last attendance, and it was a reassuring validation of the benefits I received by doing so. It made me want to start doing so more often. I typically avoid the weekend due to my utter distrain for the motorcycles and muscle cars that call Hwy 9 their private racetrack. However, the early arrival reduced the incidents to only the drive back down. Only on this particular drive down I came upon a car and driver on the side of the road. He had somehow plowed into the right side of the road, destroying his car's front right tire. He barely spoke any English.
I stopped to see what I could do to help and ended up giving him a ride down to town after first lining up some tree limbs and branches to help people coming down the road to be aware of and avoid his vehicle. When I had network access, I could use the translation application on my iPhone to improve communication. His car reeked of marijuana, as did he, and I can't help but assume it might've been a factor, but whatever the case, I was happy to help a fellow human being and check off "do good for others." Back home, I got the cold shoulder from Tommy and let it go, having reached a point of not caring to chase after his engagement. Jen made a wonderful flatbread BBQ chicken pizza for her and I. Tommy came home, and we all had a long talk and agreed that moving out would be the best for all of us. I want it to be a healthy choice and decision. I think part of it is a bluff on his part, but the baggage between us has a greater chance of resolving with distance and not ongoing daily engagement and presence. We will see what plays out in the days ahead.
