Fork in the Road

Well? What’s it gonna be? Left turn or right turn?
The road straight ahead is washed out, so our plan to go that way is ruined.
Yes, I know that that route was a change from our original route just a few months ago, but who can predict the weather? The weather this month was very disappointing, and that road is washed out.
What, you say, we could still go that way? We could climb down in the gully and wade across, then up the other side?
Hmmm. Well, I can’t see the other side, so it may as well have fallen into the sea, and if we try to wade across we can’t carry everything we’ve brought that we need. So we’d have to live quite a bit differently on that route — assuming we get across and not swept away in the next storm.
I don’t see any alternatives except to choose ‘left’ or ‘right’. A veritable fork in the road.

Ah, one’s career is hard to foretell. Gone are the days of permanency, pensions and picnics. But unless we want to turn back time, or move to another culture, we can’t change it.

So, on we go. Into the wilderness. “Follow the yellow brick road”? Well, the yellow bricks just got washed away, and now we’re down to cobblestones. They say cobblestones last longer anyway, even if they jar your teeth loose! Even though “we’re not in Kansas anymore”, let me quote their lyrics:

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more