Below is a sign on the road just south of here, on the Sunshine Coast, where every day I get behind drivers going 20 or 30 km under the speed limit. It’s the perfect sign for this area. They’re not in a hurry here. It’s an area full of fishermen, old American Vietnam draft dodgers, hippies who escaped the rat race, and tug boat operators who are used to going four miles an hour. None of them apparently don’t see any benefit in rushing. These people can leave for the corner store when they’re 60 years years old and arrive when they’re 62.
They just don’t realize that I’m in a hurry. I’m not sure why I’m in a hurry, but I am. Maybe I have to get home and relax. Maybe I have cold beer in the fridge. C’mon, drivers. Speed up. Try going the speed limit. You might like it.
It’s also a slow wait for P.K. to sign, for Gomez to go, for owners and players to come to an agreement, for hockey to start, and for my holidays to begin in September. All this slowness in our world. Is that good?
P.K. has almost two months to sign a new contract, so I suppose all’s well there. At least it better be. My holidays will come slowly (but go quickly). But as for Gomez, the owners and players agreeing, and hockey starting, it could be like waiting for turtles to cross the road.