Almost a two-fer
Saturday, 9:02 pm
Below is a diagram of the intersection I wrote about a couple of days ago. The one where people like to run red lights. Today I was stopped at the red light when a huge truck came barrelling up the street behind me. It became apparent that the driver wasn’t going to stop. And I also began to get the idea he was going to crash into me. But, at the last second (and I mean the *last* second), he swerved to the right of me and blasted through the red light, probably doing at least 50 mph. The poor soul sitting on the side street by Dunkin Donuts had already started pulling out on her green light and well, the truck missed hitting her by mere inches. She probably still hasn’t stopped shaking.
I came home and called the police department and made an urgent request, after describing what happened today and a couple of days ago—“Would you please send a cruiser over to patrol the intersection. It’s a free-for-all over there.” Apparently I wasn’t the first to call, either.
A little later I decided to go see if there was a cruiser over there. Figured I’d get my pound of Dunkin Donuts ground coffee and a cup to go—and maybe sit in the parking lot for a few minutes to see if anything exciting happened.
Oh well...excitement galore. It sure didn’t take long for someone to run a red light. I hung around long enough to see the officer pull over four cars. I wish he’d been there this morning. I hope he’s there tomorrow and the next day, too, until people get a clue or before someone (me) is killed.
Saturday, 11:37 am
When the lad and I hop in the car to go, he is responsible for the music play list. It kind of fascinates me to see what he comes up with. I keep telling him he’s a true throwback to an earlier generation. He’s more knowledgeable about music from my early years than I am. So, Thursday morning, he plugged his iPod into the car radio and off we went. This was his playlist. It’s heavy on the Dylan...nothing wrong with that *at all*! I asked him to write the playlist down for me so I could come back home and duplicate it. Now I’m grooovin’....
Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
The Village Green Preservation Society - The Kinks
Mr. Bojangles - Jerry Jeff Walker
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan
Magic Carpet Ride - Steppenwolf
Hurricane - Bob Dylan
You Really Got Me - The Kinks
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zepplin
Desolation Row - Bob Dylan
Sittin on the Dock of the Bay - Otis Redding
All Day and All of the Night - The Kinks
Day Tripper - The Beatles
Man of Constant Sorrow - Bob Dylan
Celluloid Heroes - The Kinks
Hoochie Coochie Man - Steppenwolf
All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan
Blowin in the Wind - Bob Dylan
One idea begets another and another
Friday, 7:09 am
The lad made a request a couple of weeks ago, with regard to his birthday coming up in August. I’ve been mulling over what would be a birthday present worthy of turning 18. That’s such an important birthday! He solved that conundrum for me. He would like a quality set of barbells and weights, a press bench, and a place to use them. That’s what he really, really, really wants. The first part of the request is simple enough. It’s the second part that challenges me.
Now, I do have a nice basement. It’s an ideal place to set up a workout room. Unfortunately, it’s full of stuff. And most of the stuff was plunked down there until I could get rid of it. Over the course of a few years, my basement has turned into one heck of junk room. It’s not easy getting rid of “stuff” around here. The trash collectors are only allowed to take little items and regular trash. They won’t take things like dead vacuum cleaners or carpet cleaners or box springs or old mattresses or scrap lumber or worn out items of furniture. If I want to get rid of that stuff, I either have to hire a junk collector to come and get it (very expensive) or rent a dumpster (much less expensive). Clearly, it’s not worthwhile to do either of those things unless there is enough “stuff” to make the project worthwhile.
Well, I think the project is now worthwhile. It also occurred to me, if I rent a dumpster, this would be an ideal time to replace the inside doors with wood panel doors. I’ve hated my ugly hollow core doors for ten years and if I rent a dumpster, they will be the first things to go in it.
So, it seems that one reasonably easy to manage birthday present has unleashed a major project. I’m really warming up to this whole idea now!
Thursday, 6:11 pm
Just remind me of these pictures the next time I’m carrying on about the inhospitable weather here on the upper Massachusetts coastline of these good old United States. Because at least we don’t have snakes big enough to eat kangaroos and small people! Holy cow, wouldn’t you love to meet one of these things face to face?
Thursday, 1:03 pm
I had to stop for gasoline before taking the lad down to his Dad’s house this morning. I was a bit surprised to see the cheapo gas going for $2.43 a gallon. Last time I bought gas, on July 5th, I’m pretty sure it was still in the $2.19 range. I had bought $20 worth, which gave me full tank, probably somewhere around 9.6 gallons or so. It has obviously jumped quite a lot since then. So, I’m curious...what’s it cost in your neck of the woods this week?
Relief is on the way
Wednesday, 4:30 pm