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.