Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Living at the Beach

by Terri Wagner

I made a dreadful mistake and then compounded it on Friday. I forgot to leave work by 2. By 4 p.m., Interstate 10 was backed up; nope, no accident, just everyone headed to the beach for Labor Day.

I normally take the downtown tunnel, however, because the interstate tunnel was backed up, the downtown traffic was a nightmare. Left lane backed up for miles and people cheating by taking the right lane and easing into the left. That made me so furious I called a friend who works in a tall (that being relative) building and asked her to shoot the driver of the white pickup two ahead of me. He let in 10 cars!!! That was nice in overkill.

I took a back road to the main road to the beach. Uh, compound mistake, should have taken ALL the back roads. I sat in traffic on my cell phone ranting about all the out-of-state cars that made my normally one hour commute into a two hour vision of, well you know.

My other human house occupants were off for the weekend/holiday. My canine occupants were so glad to someone, anyone, that they instantly forgave me for being late. Ok, a few treats were part of the forgiveness.

Saturday, I took an older newly-single sister with me to the movies, back up the same beach road. I personally found it offensive that the weekend was gorgeous. It should have rained if there was any justice!

On Sunday, I found myself in the ox-in-the-ditch syndrome and had to stop at the store. I forced myself to get only what I had to have, knowing I would have to come back the next day. But at least I felt I tried to keep the Sabbath Day holy.

That night as I read my scriptures--New Testament, Paul’s adventures in missionary work--it occurred to me: I had lost my way. I was doing all the right things (staying at work, transporting older sisters, taking care of my dogs) but it all felt wrong. I was actually furious with my fellowman. I needed an attitude adjustment.

So at midnight on Sunday (or is that Monday), I ordered a pay-for-view movie, The Nativity Story. I had somehow missed it at Christmas. Wonderful movie, put me back in the proper frame of mind.

I am so grateful that Heavenly Father gently reminds me of how much I have and that a little inconvenience is the price I pay for living on the Gulf Coast. So really, how bad could it be?!

Mental note: carry something to read in car when backed up with traffic. There, that should ease the anger.

4 comments:

  1. Yes, Terri, traffic can be among the most irksome things on earth. I'm suddenly wondering if it would have been any better traveling in a covered wagon over trails, not roads. Certainly no faster. I usually have a tiny B of M,a pocket hymn book, and some pick-up knitting or crocheting in my bag. It's heavier, and usually when I need it it's the time I left it home. Have you tried singing?

    Actually, getting inspiration for a clever blog isn't doing bad.

    Just where along the Gulf do you live? We lived in Biloxi a couple of wonderful times. Long ago. I loved driving the beach road then. That was way back before Freeways were invented.

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  2. Oh my gosh I'm in what was your neck of the woods. I'm in Elberta, about 5 miles from Gulf Shores. And thanks for the idea. I love to cross stitch. I suddenly have a vision of me being the one everyone is mad at as I count one more stitch to make sure I have it right, ha.

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  3. I saw how bad it was when I tried to go to the store. Oh my goodness. It was just as bad on Monday going north when everyone was going home. It's tough to live in a resort area all year round when everyone wants to come and visit. Great entry.

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  4. Great post, Terri! Don't you love the gift of a new perspective? I am always humbled by the direction the scriptures give us in life.

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