I’ve been driving more than usual this past week. Paradoxically I’ve done so because I’m not good at it and many insist only practice can improve my skill.
A week ago I tackled my longest solo trek ever — past Duarte, Los Angeles and Pomona. My one-day round trip went far better than I or others expected, especially on the L.A. freeway. I attribute that to the helpfulness of my GPS device, which navigated on my behalf. Instead of deciphering a map as I drove, I could focus on steering my sub-compact car safely in the congested stop-and-go traffic.
A guide is such a precious gift when journeying on unknown paths.
Perhaps tired out by my wanderings, I slept in a little several times this week. As weekday Mass is only available locally at 7 and 8 a.m., my sleepiness spurred me to attend later Masses in nearby Fresno instead. Afterwards I visited parts of Fresno to see what glimpses of the past remained...