Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Woof

I think God and/or those few people in the Great Cloud of Witnesses who may have been watching me must have gotten a good little chortle at my expense this morning. I leave for work around 6:50 a.m. - when solar glare is at its worst when you turn right out of the driveway on our road. That, plus my windshield was somewhat frosty this morning and I didn't have much time to do more than scratch a few times to clear a space through which to view the road. ( Yes- still a bit frosty, in spite of it being the MONTH OF MAY!) So, I cranked the defrost and headed out of the driveway. As I reached the spot where the sun glare usually attacks, it was so bad I really couldn't see anything. I temporarily slowed so much that I was virtually stopped in the road. And I realized this was dumb because anyone coming along behind me wouldn't be able to see me either and I was putting myself in a dangerous spot. So I rolled down my window and stuck my head out and drove. I felt ridiculous...my wet hair streaming out behind me. I had a bizarre image in my minds' eye - me as a dog in a Norman Rockwell painting. All that was missing was my tongue hanging out and an eager look in my eye. I don't normally feel that way on my way to work, that early in the morning. And I guess the dog isn't usually driving the car in those kinds of paintings...

The latest from the Shelter: We've been working on getting the sewer hooked up so we can use the bathroom in the portable classroom. Well, when I say "WE" I mean men from the town using backhoes and policemen from the surrounding towns to direct traffic. ( Currently in Antrim we have one- count him: ONE- policeman. Don't tell our girls, please.) Well, they've dug up spots all over the lot, and all in vain. There was some munga misunderstanding ( munga is short for humongous) and it is questionable as to whether we will EVER be able to have a bathroom over there. Matt told me this morning that we MIGHT actually have to get a porta potty over there. OH my WORD. My jaw dropped and I just had to laugh. And I guess the town is getting a bit testy about everything that's going on over here for some reason...And the real construction hasn't even started yet! Oh boy... Small town politics are something else. This job just gets more and more interesting.

9 comments:

melbrown said...

Excellent story! It reminds me of an epiphany I once had... We were driving along one day when solar glare was an issue, and suddenly I wondered what in the world people in Arizona do when they're driving through the desert in the early morning or late afternoon. There are NO hills and NO trees to block the glare!! Think about it! I sure hope some engineer out there was as smart as I am and thought about this issue when they designed the road system...

Your story also reminded me of one of those "the music stopped and she died" jokes, but I won't get into that. Let's just say I'm really glad it wasn't foggy.

Linds said...

You never fail to make me laugh - generally right out loud. Too bad The Cuteness doesn't have a sense of humor, or we could laugh together. But perhaps she wouldn't have gotten a huge kick out of you feeling like a dog...

ljmax said...

Phew! When I first started reading (with the title in mind), I thought you might have taken a page out of Nate's book and become some sort of dog murderer!

DJ said...

that is what I thot at first too.

And after reading Mel's comment, it got even worse. I loved that joke. It was so macabre...

Claire said...

I HAVE heard that joke/riddle thing about the fogginess and the drivers...Phew! Melissa, I think you have missed your calling to be an engineer. And I was afraid that I was going to inadvertently take a page out of Nate's book and hit a dog b/c dogs have lunged at me ( or my car, rather) in the past along that very stretch of road.

Anonymous said...

Your incandescent imagination is, and always
will be one of your greatest traits.

-A Chinese proverb

Karena said...

okay..that was me

DJ said...

Teach me, Karena-san!!! This humble grasshopper desires to learn your ancient wisdom...

Karena said...

Um, er...well, stick around, you never know
when I might wax eloquent again and contribute
another guru-ish comment.