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best laid plans

• Posted by Summer Wood on February 11th, 2009 filed in seeds
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“God willing and the creek don’t rise…”

In this case, the “rising creek” was a snowstorm that dropped several inches of the white stuff on the mountain pass that stands between where I live and where the train leaves from.  So I did an about-face and booked a one-way flight to Chicago out of Albuquerque this afternoon.  AWP or bust!

But as much as this idea that God and the weather are the ultimate arbiters (going by different names — fate? chance? karma? — and under various disguises, of course) — is acknowledged pretty much every place, so is the constant struggle against it.  

Rich ground for story.  Human folly, or something.