I pass this neighborhood store most everyday as I exit our subdivision. The stray shopping cart caught my eye. My mother always used a cart at the supermarket. She liked having a place to sit her pocketbook, and she steadied herself with the gentle glide of the wheeled-cart along smooth cement floors. My sons loved to push the cart fast and then climb on for a ride. I seem to always get the cart with the wobbly wheel. When I’m with my husband, we fight over who gets to push the cart.

I’ve been trying to pay attention to ordinary things. Trying to stay curious.

I spent a good hour reading up on the history of the grocery cart. With the exception of the automobile, the shopping cart is the most commonly used “vehicle” in the world.  Ordinary is often revolutionary.

Day 97

Day 97