Couple of weeks ago I was passing the time in this hospital waiting area while Beloved Beautiful was undergoing a procedure. Looking across the rotunda, I snapped this scene. Traffic (that would be the red van) moving by on Highway 19 between the hospital and the school across the street. As it happens, directly beyond the white car in the school parking lot, you will see the windows to the office I occupied for eighteen years.
Such a small part of the world. And yet it is such a major part of my life. For two decades and more, these two facilities, the school and the hospital, were huge foci of my very being, body and soul. I worked in the school, five, six and sometimes seven days a week. I probably devoted more time to it than was really necessary; and I don't really know whether or not that made any difference to anyone. In the hospital, notwithstanding all the tests, treatments and TLC, I watched two of my spouses pass to their eternal home. My kids were x-rayed and patched here. My daughters and my granddaughters gave birth here. And I spent a couple of short stays myself, for even I am subject to the ills of the flesh.
A little bit of the Earth, encompassing perhaps 4000 square yards. Yet it represents a huge portion of my life on this planet.