We all have days when the fact we’re on the right side of the sod escapes our minds.
I just wrote one of the things that bothers me. I can’t prove we all have down days, and I can’t prove it is best to be on this side of the sod.
All inclusive statements presumed or accepted as facts are probably not. There’s this guy’s voice on a television commercial selling franchises for video vending machines.
He says, ‘Last year 80 percent of the people rented movies.? That may not be an exact quote, but the ?80 percent of the people? is. He wants us to believe 80 percent of the world’s population rented videos last year.
I doubt if that many videos have even been produced. We’re talking billions of homes. Heck, there aren’t that many sub-teen video renters/viewers in the world. Here I go again, saying something that may not be right.
Another tube speaker, this time a woman, is pushing loans. She says, ‘Nothing should come between you and the home you want.? That’s an exact quote. Really? Then if a person is totally broke, addicted, incarcerated, has an IQ of a gnat and drools it will not stand between them and a home they want.
What a country! What bushwah!
Another thing that bothers me is people who live on corners allowing bushes to grow so much they cause drivers to have a blind spot when looking at approaching traffic. Same for county roads. Not far from my home the bushes have grown so tall and close to the corner that I almost have to stop to see if cars are coming.
So I’m on a stop street! Officers know that in Michigan we don’t have to really stop at stop streets.
Then there are over-signed road shoulders.
In the four miles north of Oxford, the 4-lane, divided M-24 highway has 33 no-parking signs on the east side of the road and 37 on the west.
I called the Oakland County Road Commission and asked them why so many signs. The man said, ‘We’d like to know, too. The state put them there.? I know, I should have followed up.
But, frankly, I like, maybe need, things like this in my life to keep me from thinking too much about Iraq, Bush, Kerry, Jennifer, Kwame, slanted news shows, grubs in my lawn and will the next pound of salted pork from my Bacon of the Month Club be the best yet.
But the signs really bother me, and others who have pointed them out. Soon as you get past the divided highway going north, the signs end. Apparently it’s safe stopping on the shoulder of a 2-lane road, but not on the very wide shoulders of the separated road.
To continue this ‘downer of a column,? Mother Nature certainly has been unkind to we swimming pool owners. No one (well, almost no one) wants to go swimming when the weather is more refreshing than the water.
Only twice this year have grandchildren been over to float and fight. With sunlight taking about a gallon of chlorine a day, plus a sundry of other purifiers, you can see why pools get converted to patios, flower beds and ‘Johnny? sites.
Of course I have more complaints. My darn Hotpoint washer and dryer are still turning way too many of my shorts inside out, and leaving far too many wrinkles in my wrinkle resistant shirts.
Got in an old person’s golf tournament recently and had to hit from the ladies? (forward) tees. Besides the chiding for lack of a skirt, ‘aren’t you using a pink ball?? and comments about my relief position, I scored just as bad as I do from men’s tees.
That’s enough griping for one week. Please return next week when I will try to assure myself I’m on the right side of the sod.