First: One of My Current Favorite Songs
Mi Confesion by Gotan Project. Nice, nice, nice.
Second: A Conversation Between My Husband and Son
Beaux: What is that black stuff on the ground?
Rex: It’s tar. It keeps the water from getting into the cracks of the pavement.
Beaux: Did you know that I picked up some of that tar a long time ago when I was four? You know, when I was just a kid?
Rex: Ummm, You do realize that you’re four right now, right?
Beaux: I’m four and A MONTHS!
Rex: (quirks a brow at me, as if to say, “Where does he get this stuff?”)
Me: (quirking back, “Not from me. That’s for sure!”)
Third: My Oops for The Day
I took the van this afternoon and helped my sister-in-law pick up an old roll-top desk to use for Hope Theatre Company’s production of Anne of Green Gables. Everything went well, except for the massively clogged interstate and the lack of air-conditioning when my foot wasn’t actually pressing on the gas pedal. It all went well… until it was time to unload the furniture.
I had this brilliant idea that it would be easier to unload the van if I parked it backwards in Angela’s driveway. So, instead of pulling left into her drive, I turned right until I couldn’t go right anymore. Then I started backing my way in - WAY in - to her trash can. I figured I shouldn’t try to back in any further and turned my attention to the front of my van to pull forward. That’s when I noticed that I had an audience of three cars that hadn’t been there before. I was blocking their way and I think that after seeing what I could to a harmless trashcan, they were a little afraid to try passing me mid-back-up. I turned the wheel right and put the car into D (I figured the D stood for the gear I was going to use and for the grade I was earning from my fellow drivers because of my stunning backing-in technique). I then pressed on the gas, gently at first, until a grinding sound from behind told me I was going to have to press a little harder. I pressed a little harder and felt the van’s back-end settle heavily after an almost sucking sound, which is what told me that I had gotten my hitch stuck in Luke and Angela’s front yard (sorry, ya’ll). I managed to finish the procedure with minimal damage and waved as the only MILDLY irritated drivers passed, shaking their heads.
I swear, that guy in the truck was going to give himself whiplash with all that head shaking! There was just no reason for that. No reason at all.
At all!
As if he’s never seen someone use a hitch to gauge how fast a curb is approaching!
Just for the record, I did shove as many dirt clods as I could back into their spanking new ditch, courtesy moi, before I left. Who knows? Maybe they won’t miss that particular strip of turf.
