I Understand
I understand that all days are not jam packed with work around Stauffer Avenue.
This was touted, by Dennis, that it was to be a day of rest after the work we did yesterday on the acre.
I understand that I am capable of entertaining myself while he and Dwayne go for coffee at McDonald’s.
I understand that the county assessor’s appraiser needed to come and measure our new front steps and deck. The sweet part of it is that this is a granddaughter of Norma’s . . . who worked for me for decades while in the assessor’s office.
The traffic has been crazy past our home today. Swift’s 18-wheelers to and from the processing plant. Grain trucks with corn. Tractors manned by farm wives pulling flair boxes of corn. Concrete trucks hauling crete somewhere. School got out early today and that gives the young ones more time to barrel away from the four-way stop signs. Speed knows no one entity.
I understand that I need to pull my head in and let it all go by. But . . . the city cops are missing a sure bet to fill their quota books. You had your chance, so don’t come asking me for a donation in time to come.
Happy hump day to one and all.