Traditions.

As my blog title states I used to live in Texas. Like most, if not all, folks who grew up in, or lived for a substantial part of their life in any part of the world, there were traditions. 

One of those traditions was eating ham and black-eyed peas on New Year Day, because it was a kind of tradition in the southern US that this meal was thought to bring good luck in the new year.

Carrying on a tradition can provide familiarity and a sense of ease in unsettled, unsettling, times. So we had ham and black-eyed peas for dinner yesterday. Behold.

And it was good. Although the presentation was different from my childhood plate, the gist – ham and black-eyed peas – was there.

We will see what 2022 brings. I hope it brings you good fortune.

Close call

Close call

My drive home at this time of year takes place during dusk. There is quite a lot of light when I leave work and by the time I get home it’s virtually dark.

I was about five minutes from home tonight, driving about 93, 55 mph, speed limit is 90. Normally I drive at 100 or so. Headlights on but not brights because they added no useful illumination. I was scanning the shoulders for eye reflections, looking left. As I swept eyes to the right, motion caught my attention, moving from right to left. What I’m about to describe might imply conscious thought, decision, and reaction. Not at all.

I recognized a deer very close, crossing the highway. In less than a second I stepped hard on the brake, cut the wheel about 1/4 turn right and took my foot off the brake. By that time the deer was basically in the middle of the road maybe about 15 feet in front of me, running hard to the left. I had been ready to take the ditch which was only about 18 inches deep; the right wheels were just on the shoulder so I slowly corrected steering back to the left to stay on the road. Bambi kept running so I stayed on the road.

Everything in the previous paragraph happened in about three seconds. Not enough time to feel fright let alone fear. It’s a good thing I was driving no faster and probably good I had turned the radio off.

I make a point to be an alert driver – no cell phone use, adjust sound system and other systems when no traffic as about, do the same when drinking, two hands (generally) on the wheel. Yet so many things worked out – I was going slower than usual, paying attention to what I was doing, the deer kept going instead of stopping or turning around, the pavement was dry.

Perhaps I will drive closer to the speed limit.

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