Fall is here. A whipping wind and rain blew through during the early hours of the morning, dropping leaves and adding a chill to the air. Yet, as the morning broke, the sun rose and slowly there was a soft glow and mist along everything. It's truly fall, as evidenced by the yellows, oranges and reds that are covering the sidewalks, the grass, and curbs.
Which means only one thing. It's almost thanksgiving. Which means my second favorite holiday is just around the corner. Which means my favorite holiday is not far behind that. Although, while I normally am looking for this time of year to fly by, today I'm hoping it will slow down. Because I want to enjoy this time, and while I'm excited for February, I'm not quite ready yet.
So the broken record of my wants and desires circles around again to wanting to write more. Cook more. Photograph more. Create more. But yet, I sink into the comfort of surfing, cleaning, and reading and loose inspiration. So I dabble in it, write a lame blog post, do some photo edits, and whip up some chili on a cold Sunday. And count the days till Thanksgiving.
My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.
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11/17/2010
10/29/2010
Polite, and not so polite, drivers...
There are a few things in the world that bring me pure, innocent, joy. Not just happiness, but a type of joy that is specific to a moment of unsuspecting elation. One of those is watching impolite, jerks get their just rewards for being impolite jerks.
Currently my commute consists of sitting through 5 mph traffic on Rt. 18 while waiting to enter the NJ turnpike. There are those who, rather than wait in the proper lane that will be the lane to enter the turnpike, will drive up the center lane, and at the very last minute, cut into the long line of all of us who have been patiently waiting our turn.
But then, there are those days when the cops are sitting at the entrance to the turnpike, and pull over those who feel entitled to hopping in at the last minute. And since, at that point it's an exit only lane with a solid line, they're effed, and doomed to have a conversation with Mr. Officer.
Just like the stupid people who drove the shoulder of before Finnegans lane.
Ahhhh, joy.
Currently my commute consists of sitting through 5 mph traffic on Rt. 18 while waiting to enter the NJ turnpike. There are those who, rather than wait in the proper lane that will be the lane to enter the turnpike, will drive up the center lane, and at the very last minute, cut into the long line of all of us who have been patiently waiting our turn.
But then, there are those days when the cops are sitting at the entrance to the turnpike, and pull over those who feel entitled to hopping in at the last minute. And since, at that point it's an exit only lane with a solid line, they're effed, and doomed to have a conversation with Mr. Officer.
Just like the stupid people who drove the shoulder of before Finnegans lane.
Ahhhh, joy.
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