Happy May! Weather person says give us a couple of days and the weather will be doggone summery - promises, promises. I'm keeping my winter coat handy. Of course (actually typed curse, may be more accurate) that means it's orange barrel season! Although similar in size and shape their placement is a thing of theater. Near the road, on the road, on the middle line, in the ditch, topping a middle schooler's head.
There is a Manual of Traffic Control codes that provide one a blueprint of road closures, tapering, warning signs and traffic control devices. The human traffic control devices are harder to see and easier to hit based on the fatalities thus far this year. There is actual training that goes along with handing a worker an orange vest, hard hat and sign. Some think they are semaphore flaggers doing ship to ship signals. Most use radios/walkie talkies. And some stand idly by unconcerned and get mowed down like ten pins in a bowing alley. In one City instance the guys told me "a crazy lady driver" (right) literally chased them up a hill and they had to cling to vegetation to keep from becoming road kill.
All of the above to say I really shouldn't complain about the road closures that are slowly but surely cutting off all access to the outside world at this very moment.
IDLE THOUGHTS As I was trying desperately to make a small amount of toilet tissue left on the roll meet the situation at hand (ahem), I had the thought that each square resembles a piece of bread off a loaf. Probably with peanut butter. Come on. We've all been there.
The OH finally set up his Aero garden he got for Christmas which consists of three teeny tiny tomato plants, fertilizer and grow light. After a couple of weeks with said grow light running 12 hours a day little tomato plants have emerged with little tiny tomato blossoms. One of the instructions said to set up a fan to cross-pollinate the plants even though they live inches apart. So I just blow on the little darlings when I happen to pass. Plants love carbon dioxide right? Seems to be working.
POD PEOPLE A plethora of possibilities for podcasts. Gosh I like that word. Always zero to sixty in this biz as I juggle three separate interviews. I also coined the phrase for one of the interviewees who wondered about my insistence on rough scripting. An "audio journalist" loathes dead air I told him. Coming up - Lithium-ion batteries, Error Reduction and Mental Health in Construction. The last one is all the buzz recently. There is apparently a near-epidemic of mental health issues and suicides occurring among construction workers. I am about to find out why. Long hours, difficult work, lots of travel coupled with the "macho" image of a, mostly male, workforce dealing with personal difficulties in unhealthy ways.
JOEISMS Enjoyed an afternoon with the grandson last week, bowling and dinner. He got an impromptu lesson from the resident bowling pro and also snaked extra chicken nuggets at Arby's from the cashier because, as he put it, he's a people person. When Grandpa ran short of his drink Joe offered some of his. When asked what he was drinking he said "something called Hic." He served himself his own drink at the dispenser and it dawned on Grandpa it was Hi C. We quietly had hysterics later.
Second Joeism. We stopped at the house to get his bowling ball and he was taking forever to come back to the car. I went to check and he had let the dog out to do her business. He chided me by saying she's been cooped up all day. When I asked why she wasn't at doggy daycare today he said "Mama says she's old enough to be responsible". OMG I love that kid! May we all be as loving and responsible as Joe and his dog in this world that needs both attributes so badly. Peace Out....💚 💙💛
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