‘Sense the little black cloud that’s been lingering over our little world has moved on (knock wood!) … and now I find myself stumped for something to say. (Which, in itself is remarkable!)
Hmmm, what last sparked giggles and debate ‘round our homestead?
Hmmm, what last sparked giggles and debate ‘round our homestead?
Why, it’s those virtual spit-wads being fired back and forth regarding our freeway traffic cams!
I’m not UN-aware of the pros and cons being hotly debated; and my intent’s not to climb a soapbox over here. Rather, I’m constantly amused by all the indignation… and by the early warning systems!
What? Before every screw was set, at least two local papers published the cameras’ exact locales (think, Paul Revere). Then along came the signage. Lots and lots of signs, warning what lies ahead ~ which of course, prompted memories of our CB radio days. (Bear-in-the-woods dead ahead; 10-4 good buddy).
So, what’s all the fuss, I asked DH? If folks are watching their speed in the first place … they’ve nothing to be wigged out about.
OK, so I rather enjoy provoking the dear … who generally stays miffed at the concept of “Big Brother.” And that’s fine; I don’t think there’s a clause in the Marriage License re. us having to agree all the time.
Personally, I hope they stay. That said, now watch me go out some day and get blinked!! If so, dear God, please let it be a good hair day!
