I feel like a pinball!

Yesterday was a very frustrating day, working on the Recycling Project.  I felt like a pin ball in a pin ball machine, knocked from one post to the next, not really getting anywhere.  And certainly not winning the prize.  Following the advice of one source, I would call another source of information, which would more than likely cancel out the advice of the first, causing me to return to the original and sending me in yet another direction. Prices, dimensions, figures all floating around in my head and not really amounting to much help, I didn't feel.  Yet, I suppose that each little piece either verifies or or nullifies and eventually makes me a little better informed and better prepared for the next direction I take.

So this morning I took a bike ride down to Floral City to clear my head and decide what my next direction would be.  It worked well, actually.  It is interesting about the trail.  Each day there is a different personality to it.   Yesterday, I didn't see but a few people on my way out.  Yet today there was a steady wave of activity the entire distance.  Big, serious bikers amongst the creeping spider bikes that hug the road on 4 wheels, ridden by some definitely seniors. I wove my way around groups of dog walkers and inline skate enthusiasts on the way down and a group of military pt trainers out
jogging on my way back.  I could tell there are several groups of women who have made a resolution to exercise and lose weight. 

I always kick myself for not taking my camera with me.  At Floral City there was an older couple in a wooden wagon pulled by a pair of horses and their big old dog hanging off  the back, as they trotted down the street.  Not something you see much these days and worth capturing.  As they rode under the live oak trees and spanish moss it was quite picturesque indeed.

It was inspiring to see the couple carrying their bag of litter that they collected along the way.  I thanked them for what they do for us all.  People come in all different types, to be sure.  One day I picked up a plastic sack along side the trail, obviously holding some dog's do do and left behind.  I thought I would wave judgement and just pick it up and deposit it in the next trash can.  When I got up to the trash can, a man standing there chewed me out for picking up his dog do do sack, because he was going to get it on his way back. Now was that something that had run through my mind? Never.

So much for my good deed for the day back firing.  I hope my good deeds with this "project" aren't backfiring on me.  Sometimes it feels like it.