Three Drive-Bys & A Revelation

On the way to the beach, a lady in a truck mostly admiring Belle in my convertible said something positive involving the phrase, like “Cool Ride, Daddy-O.”  (Was she a time-traveler perhaps, although I am wearing vintage-style sunglasses?)  We were approaching the beach and Belle was sitting bolt upright in the backseat, looking unbelievably cute, so it all made sense.
Later, on the way to Bikram, sans Belle, a semi-homeless man crossied in front of me at the intersection and oddly said, “You seem really relaxed.”
And later on, when I was switching lanes twice at a complex intersection, unsure if I could enter the new Walgreens’ parking lot from a certain angle, an unpleasant (and probably a little drunk) lady passenger said, “Nice Driving” –– as though that kind of comment is really going to help improve any kind of situation.
So … 2 out of 3, ain’t bad.
Most importantly –– beyond any progress I’m making on the polish of the novel or my spiritual path –– I have to report that the George Forman Next Grilleration that LLS left behind on her visit is … astonishing.
I totally get it.
After one salmon and some asparagus, all I can think about is other things to grill.
Seriously … it’s a Real Revelation –– And a Revolution! –– and a complete Game Changer.
Genius comes in many forms, but none surpasses George Forman in the kitchen.