During a recent interview, a reporter invariably asked: “So, what do you think about out there all day?” What seems like an easy question typically stumps me. It’s always a challenge. The short answer is everything, anything. It’s hard to quantify at the end of the day. Your mind is turning like clock hands. Whatever you want to focus on, work through, meditate on. Forward, backward and on its end. The trick is to keep it positive, because whatever energy you bring to the roadside will shadow you all day.
My niece Kerry decided to count footsteps for an entire mile, a feat of concentration in itself. Try counting by ones for 20 minutes, into the thousands. More than once I pulled her to the shoulder to avoid oncoming cars. And when she passed the mile marker and the sign didn’t register, I had to snap her out of counting mode. (2240 steps, by the way).
Earlier in the day, walking with nephew Jim, it was an imagining of the lives of the ants that constructed massive ant hills 20 miles west of Hinckley and Delta, Utah — their size and scope, their architecture, whether there are warring factions, whether they had smart growth or just got all Dubai up in there. Did their young workforce move on to flashier, new ant hills and leave their foreants holding the bag? … What do I think about all day? Good question.