18 wheels

"life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." - john lennon

early evening. sitting in the car in the parking lot of a grocery store. call scott and jessica from boone. catch up. turns out one of jessica's best friends, lindsay, happens to live in minneapolis. says if i want to hang out or need a place to crash, give her a call. get off the phone with them. sit in the car a little while longer. munch on a banana. one of those life questions hits me upside the head. blindsided by an 18 wheeler of the mind (this has been happening more and more as of late - questions, and answers, coming around and knocking me silly) -

is anything good in life planned? or maybe i should (or should not) rephrase that as - are the best things in life planned?

guess i was thinking of frania and her son, avery. assuming he was "an accident." but thinking how much happiness he must bring. and the baby from the diner last nite. i asked the mom (one of the waitresses working) if the pregnancy was planned. she smiled "no." guess that started me thinking... you can't plan happiness or love.

called back scott and posed the question to him. asked him to think about it.