Road Work Ahead

Don’t you hate seeing these signs?


I do. I see them all year round. I understand that’s when they can work on the roads, so I try to be patient. I normally succeed. This summer’s road work is giving my patience a trying test.

I live on the cul-de-sac of a long and winding road. In early July, a massive road crew started tearing up the street. They are preparing to move the overhead electric wires underground. I’m all for that idea. But, I can’t drive out of my driveway to go to town without causing a major disturbance in the Force. The entire street has open trenches, huge trucks, and equipment blocking the roads.

This is what we see every 20 yards or so. You have to stop at the red light, even though there is no one around. They are watching all the stops via cameras. The arm will only go up if all the trenches are covered. It will let you drive through when the equipment is maneuvered to let a car through. Our five-minute trip to town now takes 20-30 minutes. Unless it is the weekend. But early Monday morning, they are back at it.

We are told that this work will go on until October. Now, we park our vehicles on a driveway down the hill on the street below us. They are part-time residents and are happy we are coming and going, making their property look inhabited. As an added bonus, hubby’s second car is a sheriff’s patrol car. Its presence makes the neighborhood feel safer.



Camping & Conventions Do Not Mix

To clarify: Camp Grandma and any conflicting events are not advisable. Upon returning from the annual convention, I found a messy house and a very unhappy camper.

My hubby.

The same man who assured me things would be fine, go ahead and go, blah, blah, blah, had an aloof and irritated manner under the surface. I recognized this because I also am a pouter. Although he urged me to go, he seemed resentful that I was not there to run things.

Everything ran smoothly, no one was hurt, arrested, or otherwise. But I was not there. He could not depend on me to handle things. You know, the things that he pays no attention to when I am there. Many things are handled that he knew nothing about. Until I wasn’t there to handle them. Bad Grandma.

When resentments build up in your mind, they eventually find their way out. While the dust settles, a tense, misty-eyed silence ensues until the one who exploded approaches and explains what just happened. We quietly explain our emotions. Then we hug and make mental notes to ourselves to pay more attention to each other’s feelings in the future.

Even strong, loving relationships can hit a momentary roadbump. Humans are not perfect beings. We all know this, and yet somehow we expect the ones we know and love to be.

Which is completely ridiculous.


Why We Lose Trust in the System

When I studied dinosaurs in school, there was one called a brontosaurus. It was a favorite of mine. Gentle (although huge) and a vegetarian. Not scary like T-Rex.

By the time my daughter studied dinosaurs in school, the Brontosaurus had become extinct for the second time. A group of scientists who studied this kind of dinosaur decided that the Apatosaurus was the same creature as the Brontosaurus; therefore, it did not exist. This ticked me off.

My granddaughter told me that the scientists changed their minds after findings of more bones were revealed. This ticked me off even more. I certainly did not trust palaeontologists anymore.

Then, when the astrophysicists decided Pluto was not a planet in our solar system, negating that system as we learned it in school, I gave up on the scientific community. We don’t need them to declare things about dinosaurs or planets. They need to cure cancer, mental illness, and other useful projects.

Even though I am nowhere near a school kid’s age, I found that the facts I learned back then were not facts at all, but they could change or go away. That is disturbing as an adult, so imagine how a grade school child is impacted.

Finding out that your parents have been lying to you all your life is a biggie. Toothfairies, Santa Claus, Easter Bunnies, and the Great Pumpkin were never real; every parent you knew was a liar. Little girls had it worse. Along with their parents lying to them, Society and Literature were not truthful about reality. Prince Charming, Happily-ever-after, magic, beauty, love potions, curses, and so on.

The only fairy tales that approached reality were the “Fractured Fairy Tales.”
Fractured Fairy Tales was a segment on The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends that presented familiar fairy tales and children’s stories, but with altered storylines that were modernized for humorous, satirical effect.

Link to Fractured Fairy Tales
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Good Humor and fun for the whole family!





What caused YOU to lose trust in the system? Please comment below!

Jodi Lea