Out of the way

I love getting out of the way. I’m used to it. My wife asks me to do it all of the time. I think I have it down to a fine art. Wherever I am I am in the way. So it gives me exercise and keeps me on my toes. Waiting. To be moved on. To get out of the way. So. Sometimes I just go in a different room. Sometimes though….sometimes. Well. Out of the way means getting on a bus, camel, canoe, plane.

Sometimes I get in the way on purpose.

You never know where a little encouragement might lead.

Let’s get out of the way more often.

Yonder?