Info from the internet says "The wheel was invented in the fourth millennium B.C. in Lower Mesopotamia (modern-day Iraq), where the Sumerian people inserted rotating axles into solid discs of wood. It was only in 2000 B.C. that the discs began to be hollowed out to make a lighter wheel."
Since the invention of the wheel, we have become a very mobile society.
It seems that nobody is where they want or need to be. Every time I leave my subdivision, I encounter a stop sign before entering Highway 34. Most of the time it takes a while to merge into the traffic and become one of those same people that I was watching zoom up and down the road.
Everybody from the east needed to be somewhere in the west and everybody from the west needed to be somewhere in the east. There seemed to be just as many people trying to get to wherever the other people were trying to get away from.
I can't help but wonder where all these people are going in such a hurry. Then there are times when traffic doesn't move at all, and you wonder if you will be at your destination before the cows come home.
My daughter and her husband had their little 3-year-old grandchild with them coming back from Auburn recently. The child suddenly said, "I've got to potty.” They were at a standstill in traffic and had been for some time. My daughter said to her, "Okay, we will go potty in the grass.” The child said, "No, I am not a dog.”
Now you know when a 3-year-old child tells you that they will not potty in the grass, there is no way in Helena Montana that you can get them to.
Have you booked a flight lately? The last time I booked a flight from Atlanta to Los Angeles to board a cruise ship, I had a choice of six different flights on one airline leaving that day from Atlanta to Los Angeles.
Why would six plane loads of people need to go from Atlanta to LA that day? And that is just one airline. Other airlines were flying plane loads from Atlanta to LA also.
Frankly, I don't know why anyone would want to go to LA in the first place these days, except to get on some mode of transportation to get out of there.
I thought the exorbitant gas prices would help clear the highways and byways, but I can't tell that it has. We have become a society of having what we want when we want it. The cost does seem to matter because we continue to complain about it, but it does not stop us from hitting the road.
I once had a neighbor that cranked up his car and went out of his driveway several times a day on the weekend. I was visiting with his wife when he was leaving one day after just returning from a trip just minutes ago.
I asked where he was going and she replied, "Home Depot called and wondered if he was okay since they hadn't seen him today.”
Of course, she was joking but we both wondered if he couldn't combine several of his trips into one.
I have learned that I cannot change anyone but myself and even that is hard to do. I have learned to enjoy the many things that I can do without going somewhere.
I can go all over the world right from my sunroom by reading a book. I do take breaks and travel to the kitchen for refreshments during my book travel.
I am tired of the rat race and am enjoying the turtle race. Slow down and you will be surprised at how many pleasant things you will see along the way, and don’t forget to smell the gardenias.
Margaret Hudson Kilgore lives in Sharpsburg with her husband Gordon Kilgore (aka Mr. Wanderlust) and two furbabies, Miss Lulu Bichon and Miss Mia Maltese. Margaret can be reached at email@example.com .