some days even the detour has a detour
Spring is busting out all over.
I heard a joke once that referred to the seasons in the north as Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Construction. I don’t live in the north, so the seasons here must be Light Construction, Sort of Winter, More Light Construction, and All Roads Closed for Construction. And here in Atlanta we are fully into the latter. Everywhere you drive there are orange traffic cones, aluminum detour signs, road barricades, and men in reflective vests. They are stationed on every road side, directing the traffic in ways that can only be described as unbelievable. The cars are stacked up in lines that stretch beyond my eye sight, and I have pretty good vision in the daytime.
I sat at a handheld stop sign today for no less than six minutes while every other car in town drove past as if they were in a massive funeral procession. I think they even looped back around and came through again. I’m certain of it. I saw the same yellow VW bug go by twice!
It’s not like I disagree that we need better roads. I just wish they would work on them at night…while I’m sleeping. Then again, that’s when I want it to rain. I suppose they could alternate—rain one night, construction the next, leaving us with beautiful sunny days with clear roads. I suppose there isn’t much point in planning it. They are likely going to continue tearing up the roads during the day, and I’ll continue to sit in my car making up new swear words while I wait for my turn at the light. And it will still rain on my days off and all weekend long. It’s better for road construction that way.
I’m beginning to think my husband was right when he suggested we leave the big city to live on a farm, far away from civilization. I guess if I have internet and cell phone service I could manage that. As long as I don’t have to milk a cow, or shave a goat, or mow anything. I can write from anywhere. And I imagine I would have lots of interesting stories to share from down on the farm. There are so many things to trip over, step in, and fall from.
I’ll just hold on to that happy thought for now. I have to work tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep tonight. I’ve been trying to do that more often—sleep. It’s not really working out yet, but I keep trying!
Until the next time…I’ll be taking the alternate route to dreamland!