Our complaints, if the world was just a little bit better.
Imagine, for a moment, that we made some actual progress in the world.
One thing is for certain: we’d still need to find things to complain about.
A list, lovingly assembled with my wife:
I can’t find bike parking outside the brewery. Everyone keeps taking all the spots.
The kids in the park down the street are too loud.
The train left on-time and I missed it. Again.
My car battery keeps dying. I keep forgetting to drive anywhere.
I can’t get an appointment with my doctor until tomorrow.
The close bakery has better muffins but the far one has better coffee.
I keep getting lost on the local trails. There’s too many.
All the good storefronts downtown are taken with pretty shops.
The sidewalks are too wide. People don’t know where to walk!
I keep tracking in too many flower petals from the yard.
The prettier bike path is too hilly.
And some additions, assembled with the help of friends:
The farmer’s market has too many fresh options; I don’t know what to make for dinner. (Alex Gomes)
The rooftop solar company is backed up with too much demand. They’re hiring like crazy, but it’s hard to properly train so many employees so quickly. (Alex Gomes)


"The farmer's market has too many fresh options; I don't know what to make for dinner."
"The rooftop solar company is backed up with too much demand. They're hiring like crazy, but it's hard to properly train so many employees so quickly."
This was an excellent vibe to read and think about for a weekday morning.