Almost done with this month--already. Too bad, I've always liked June better than July. July is when it normally gets hot around here--well for a few days in a row anyway.
I had to run down to Brighton today--had to get inkjet refills. No adventures on the way into town, but on the way home, when I got back on the 4 lane road, 50mph speed limit--I was doing 53 and in my rear-view mirror, I could see a pick-up truck weaving in and out of traffic, like he was in a big hurry.
He couldn't seem to make any headway. He finally settled in behind me, nearly kissing my bumper, then turned left into the 2/42 church. I don't know if he a church-goer or not, because he sure drove like he was hell bent!
Then a mile ahead, as I got into the left turn lane to turn into my Park, there was a guy, in an electric wheel-chair trying to get across 4 lanes on our busy road. 4:30 in the afternoon, when traffic is heavy and there he is--trying to get to the other side of the road. The oncoming traffic cleared a bit, I turned in and saw him scoot to the middle lane. I have no idea if he made it, but I didn't hear any sirens later.
All my kids and grandchildren and great grand daughter are up at Mark and Karen's cottage. Jennifer was in hospital over last weekend with meningitis, but she and her family managed the 12 hours trip to get up north.
Which makes me feel pitified once again. On their way up north, they drive on the expressway that is about 4 miles from my home. Wouldn't it have been nice if they had swung by, for a potty break, and so I could have seen my 4 youngest grand children, that I haven't seen in 18 months? 15 minutes is all I would require. Time for a hug and a "Do any of you need a bottle of cold water?" Bye.
That would make me happy for the next year!