Mrs J went on a new trip to Scandoland this week, courtesy of another change in family circumstances. While travelling the now-familiar route up the Autobahn in Germany she was very pleased to notice that the food at the Autobahn rest-stops is much improved these days.

Huh. Change happens. Whaddya know.

Safely back in Scandoland she stopped for breakfast at a rest-stop there. You need to imagine, if you can, a throwback to Scando rest-stops of the late 70’s. Neo-stalinist decor and menu. Mrs J had to smile. You wouldn’t really dare to do anything else, anyway. 

Huh. Some things really don’t change. Whaddya know.

Change can be random, positive, beautiful, destructive, irrelevant, annoying, natural…

Sometimes it’s coaxed from the universe through enormous effort and personal expense. Sometimes it just comes.

Even no change feels like change, when everything else has changed.

Change is confusing.

Mrs J may need to meditate on the subject some more. Or not.

Maybe she’d better just smile and keep the change.