Last weekend, I drove to the city to spend time with my granddaughter. Going on a Saturday, when there was no sports event, made things calmer than a rush hour trip.

My granddaughter and I played Mario Cart. It befuddled me, if only because I had so recently been focused on not crashing.  But the smashing that happens on the screen seems to have only temporary consequences. I came in twelfth, which surprised me as there were only two of us playing. 

There was no way I wanted to drive home late at night, after her parents got back, so I slept on the couch and returned in the morning light. 

The city is embarking on a long range plan to build a park above the freeway. It sounds amazing, and it will be fun to see its completion. The cost is probably seven figures, though I know nothing about such things. Then there is the issue of how to build in a place where people barrel at high speeds every day of the year. 

It reminds me of a joke I once heard. 

"Astronauts are going to visit the sun!!"

"They can't do that. The sun would burn them up in an instant."

"Ah, but they are going at night!"

While it does not work for space travel, it turns out that it does work for construction. Hence, the detours along 95. My daughter offered to explain the new directions to me, which were simple for her but unwieldy for my brain. I hoped that the city of Philadelphia had notified my GPS about the situation, which it turns out she did. 

One step at a time, is just right. With no peeking ahead, I headed out into the streets, the ones I don't usually travel, and did what the screen described. Amazingly, I made it home. 

I am a third of the way through my chaplaincy internship. Applying was enough to keep me busy last October, and the background screening took up most of November and December. Classes began in January.

It is unclear to me what comes next. But somehow I am content with that. God is acquainted with the best way to guide me home.