I had lunch in town with my cousin yesterday. It was an extremely pleasant diversion, during which we exchanged horror stories about our present personal lives. It initially seemed to be a drawn, but soon it became clear that Nancy was the winner. She is a saint - far too good to everyone. And goodness will get you nowhere. Especially with the eternally ungrateful.
I'm on my way home from town. Piloting those perilously narrow, endlessly winding mountain roads that scare the living jeeters out of me.
as I'm maneuvering a particularly dangerous curve, a HUGE bright yellow school bus with glowing headlights appears, at breakneck speed, in my lane, headed directly for me!
I'm ascending. The bus is descending. It's a very narrow two-lane road. There's nowhere for me to go, except over a cliff.
I swerve sharply toward the cliff. The bus sort of swerves - grazing the side of the mountain.
Somehow, we manage not to collide.
The bus bounds down the twisting road, leaving me in a cloud of fume-enhanced dust and in a state of heart-flipping anxiety.
Why was the bastard driving so frickin' fast? Did he (she) have no regard for the safety of the parcel of brats he (she) was carrying?
The school buses always go insanely fast on these wicked mountain roads. On one previous occasion, a bus was tailing me so close that I had to pull aside to let the bastard go. In the winter, these Bratmobiles fairly race along the icy roads.
are the parents of these rugrats aware of the reckless bus drivers who are transporting their precious pint-sized cargo?
I think not.
Time to write an editorial for the local newspaper, Jon.
I didn't want to waste an entire blog post about this crap, but it looks like I did. Fortunately, no matter what I write, I'm always extremely interesting.
(I just threw that in to antagonize my critics)
For further antagonization (I just made that word up - - screw Spell Check) here are a few recent photos taken in my back yard.
Everything is intensely green from the ceaseless rain. Yes, it is still raining with no discernible end in sight.
Cold nights. Two nights ago it got down to 35 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, for those of you in the Hebrides). Bosco slept under the covers with me (Bosco is a cat - for those of you unfamiliar with my blog).
The header photo is the meadow adjacent to my property, taken a few weeks ago. It's now so obscured by a screen of leaves that I have to crawl through a jungle to see it.
Glimpses of my back yard
A cardinal. I've been trying to get photos of the magnificent hawks that reside near here, but so far they've been evasive.