July 6, 2005 @ 2:53 pm by sean
Those are Morning Glories. Except they are not the ones blooming in my yard right now. They are the ones I grew at the Jones’ estate 3 years ago. They certainly rank high on Sean’s favorite flower list.
Has anyone noticed the ‘speed limit’ has come be known as the ‘minimal speed?’
At least once a day, I’ll be behind someone, or watching someone while driving. And they’ll be cruising along like normal, changing lanes, keeping the flow of traffic going. Then I’ll watch ’em look down and pick something up. All the sudden they start driving slow. Reacting slow. Changing lanes more sporadically. Not keeping a constant speed. Or, I’ll see someone driving like that already and pass them, and then all the sudden they’ll fly passed me or at least pick up the pace, except when I see them this time they have no phone in hand. I really wish people would just stop talking on the phone while driving.
There is a new roundabout on my way to work. It’s amazing. It’s so much more fun and efficient and European than a regular intersection. Here is how to use one, in case you come across one. If you don’t know, please watch this little animation. It’ll make life better for all of us.
I picked my car up today. Two major things in life are going well now, instead of one great and one horrible. Hopefully the action of my car ends tomorrow after I change it’s oil and filter, and the story returns to normal.
Ryan Morgan worked on my car. I haven’t seen him since last summer. When he worked on my car. He works up at Keller’s on 23 Mile between Schoenherr and M-53. It was good to see him again. I feel kind of bad only calling him when my car is injured. Even though he goes away too, he still hangs out with some of the same people we did in high school. Even though both are lives are probably at least equally as significantly different than when we were last in school together 3 years ago, it doesn’t matter for old friends. And I like that. I’ll always consider the time he was in my life a blessing. Always a source of laughter, good spirits, interesting conversations and great stories.
I wonder if sometimes I didn’t worry, I wouldn’t regard my life as being as exciting. If I worry when I shouldn’t, and then something good happens, that’s a little more exciting. Though quite vain and still needs to stop.
In one of the old Reader’s Digests occupying the bathroom at our cottage had a quote from Ross Perot that went something like this, ‘the activist isn’t the one who says “there is a problem,” the activist is the one who does something about it.’
I find myself too often trying to be an activist just by talking.
A shirt for us Judsonites. They have some other clever shirts too.