Recycled Teenagers

We were driving up a mountain road one day when we encountered a bus coming down the mountain our way. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. What was unusual was the sign on the top front of the bus.

Recycled Teenagers.

Hahahahahahaha. I laughed out loud when I saw it. Normally those signs say things like “Baltimore,” “Birmingham,” “Tampa,” or some other such destination, but “Recycled Teenagers?”

What could it mean?

I asked DH, and his response was that the bus was carrying delinquent teenagers headedfor rehabilitation. That made me laugh even more because as usual, our interpretations were exactly opposite.

I think the bus was filled with a bunch of old people pretending that they were teenagers again. To me, that’s a much more enjoyable thought that the bus was carrying seniors reclaiming their youth rather than delinquents trying to make a turnaround.

However, after thinking about it, I guess both evoke smiles and the promise of hope.


Maybe Change Doesn’t ALWAYS Suck

I still think change sucks most of the time, but in all fairness, sometimes it doesn’t.

For instance, four years ago we moved into a new house. That was a wonderful change.

We bought a different model car. That was an okay change, but the 1999 Toyota 4Runner still tugs at my heart.

I changed offices. That was a fine change because it forced me to get rid of lots of unnecessary stuff.

Driving to work using a different route can be good because I get to see different views. It’s not so good if it makes me late.

Buying different shoes resulted in my ditching my Yellow Box for FitFlops. They really do exercise muscles.

Changing the sheets is good.

Changing your mind is good. Just ask any woman.

When technology changes, that is excellent, but can drive you crazy, too.

Weather changes are good. What if it never stopped raining? Snowing? Being hot?

Even though it really did suck when my daughter and grandbaby moved to California, if they hadn’t I would never have visited San Diego or known what it was like to kiss a boo-boo over the phone. I would have never seen the Pacific Ocean. I would never have known that it really is possible to have a day at the beach without feeling like I was dying from the heat.

The funny thing is that one of the reasons I love geocaching is mainly because of change. It changes my route. It changes my location. It changes what I see, and sometimes how I see it. It changes how I look at the world in general and specifically.

I guess change is much like the changing tide. From day to day it constantly changes, bringing fresh discovery into any life that takes the time to experience it, so maybe it doesn’t suck after all.

Change Sucks

I mean it. Change sucks. Ask anybody.

Do you know anybody who wants to get out of their well-established rut? If you think you do, ask them to fix their coffee a different way in the morning. Have them brush their teeth with the “wrong” hand. Tell them to drive a different route to work.

When’s the last time you did any of those things? Probably never, or only if you were forced to.

I had to brush my teeth and hair with my right hand which is my “wrong” hand because my left elbow was recovering from a dislocation. Did I like the change? No, I did not.

All of you who have decided that Yellow Box flip-flops are the best thing going–how many years has it been since you tried a different brand?

What about your hair style? It’s been a few years since you changed it, hasn’t it?

Jeans? I’m sure you have a favorite brand. How about a change there? I didn’t think so.

Guys, when was the last time you bought a different model car? 1989?

When you go to the beach, do you go to a different one or the same one every time? I think I can guess.

What about family members moving 100, 1,000, 5,000, or even 10,000 miles away? Were you ecstatic about that, or did you cry your eyes out?

I can promise you that I was not a happy camper when my daughter and grandbaby moved to California, even though it meant I got to go visit them in a weather-perfect place.

It was change, and I hated it.

I’m sure that some of you thrive on change, and I would like to think that I do, too, but when the rubber meets the road, I mostly want that rubber in the comfortable rut it has always rolled in.