No Citation…Released.

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My friend Jeanne is a gift to me and she possesses the gift of laughter. She giggles at all of my jokes. (It’s not the only reason I enjoy her, but it does top the list.)

She lives nearby but today I drove to her house. We planned to take a walk then  wanted to run an errand afterwards so I knew I would need my car. We finished our normal trek in less time than usual. We were glad because we still had full days ahead.

We stepped inside briefly and unbundled ourselves. “Whoa, that was a pretty good workout!” Jeanne said.

“Yeah and we finished quickly. We were booking it! It’s chilly and my nose is running. Let me blow my nose, use your bathroom and I’ll be ready to head out.” I said.

I emerged, “Oh, man! I really am kind of sweaty now.” I admitted.

Jeanne agreed, “Yeah, me too, but we already decided we’re just going like this.”

“Yes, for time’s sake. Although, you know I don’t like to go out dressed like this.” I explained.

We embarked upon “the hunt.” I wanted to try to find a particular item at Goodwill. As we exited the house, I was thinking. I am breaking my own cardinal rule – or clothing commandment!

Here’s the background. I don’t usually wear athletic clothes out and about. I think it is partly a shoes thing. It’s been a weird deal of mine probably since high school. I’m more of a costumer. When I select a piece of clothing I think about the setting I’d wear it in. Well, maybe not EVERY piece but most clothes and shoes, I do.

For me, certain garments and shoes have particular purposes and should fit the scene. So If I’m wearing walking or running shoes I feel like I NEED to be out for a walk or run.

Anyway, Jeanne knows I have a rule about that. But each day only has so many hours in it and I was in a time crunch. She talked me into it. “You can handle being seen in workout clothes today Rachel”

“Okay, Fine!” I said.

We both hopped into my car. The one with the newly installed driver’s window. (See  my last blog. “Oh no! Plan B)

“How’s the window working?” She immediately asked,

“Like a charm!” I replied.

“I’m glad.” She commented. “I read your blog about it. I think I should read it to my neighbor Bill since he was featured!”

While, I didn’t find what I was hunting for, we had a good time looking. On our way back home, we passed the school yard. There was so much activity. Cars and buses were parked in front of the elementary school and lined the streets. Children streamed out of the building as crossing guards lead them safely across the intersections.

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“It must be an early release day. It’s only 1:50.” Jeanne said.

I pointed out the window. “I’m glad that’s just a crossing guard and not a policeman.”

“What?” she asked. “Why?”

“Maybe I’m going to get a citation for wearing this outfit on this outing.”

First he blows his whistle and hollers, “Hey, lady! Pull over, I need to issue you a citation.  Excuse me ma’am. Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No, not really,” I would admit. “Is it this outfit and shoes I’m wearing? Is that it?”  Ugh! I KNEW IT! This was a poor fashion choice.

” Really Jeanne can you picture it?”

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Jeanne laughed at me, sighed and said. “Oh, Rachel!”

Actually, I felt released and a bit liberated from my own silly fashion rule.(commandment)

  • It saved us time
  • was quite painless to endure
  • was done without any repercussions or citations
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The Greatest Commandments

Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?”

“The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these” Mark 12:28b-31

Now that’s a true commandment to follow.

 

 

 

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