Yesterday I left 35 minutes early for a 15 mile drive, thinking, “surely I’m leaving enough of a cushion to make it to church on time…?” I made it about a mile from the house, rounded a turn and there she was, standing in the road, trying to decide to go over the fence and down the hill or over the fence and up the hill. It took her a while.
She finally decided to turn and go up the hill. I gave her all the time she needed; I didn’t want her to panic and injure herself. When I glanced in the rear view mirror, there was a motorcyclist, seated on a rice burner, aka crotch rocket, and not exhibiting any patience.
My attitude is the jerk should buy me an ice cream cone because I, probably, saved him from wrecking his motorcycle and, probably, injuring himself.
Yep, a few miles up the road, he decided to pass on a double yellow line. And motorcyclists wonder why car drivers don’t respect them. Well, when they start respecting themselves and the laws of the road, perhaps they’ll garner respect. Or not.
So, I was late for church, again, but only by a couple of minutes. Not too bad, eh?
A recent thrift store find…
A Singer serger although someone told me they thought it was also an embroidery machine. What do you think? Whatever it is, it was an absolute find for $8.95. The best find in a long while…hurrah!
Dr. Lois, the vet came today, to see Gracie and Abbie, my old girls. The diagnosis is, probably, nothing serious other than old age…which is terminal, as we all know. While Dr. Lois and Steven…or is it Stephen, not sure…were here, they trimmed Gracies nails. Poor dear old thing; she cried, moaned, barked, squealed like a girl. All that was before they started cutting her nails; when they actually started, she quieted down. She went on arthritis meds about two months ago and now feels like a young gal; so much better!