Road Work at the FARM

Some days are complicated.

I live in the sticks. Tuesday, the township guy told my daughter they’d be working on the road starting at 6:30 a.m. Wednesday and we wouldn’t be able to drive on it for a few hours. She didn’t know what they were doing to the road, but a few hours means oil and chip to me – very messy on a light colored car. She thought they were starting at our end, so we took the time seriously.

She had an early morning interview, so we decided to get out before the work started. She persuaded me to take her out for breakfast.

I hate getting up early and I didn’t sleep well Tuesday night. Knowing I have to get up at an unusual time always seems to do that. 5:30 a.m. came before I was ready. When we left at 6:40 (I know -- 10 minutes late.), there was no sign of the road crew. It turns out that they started at the other end of the road.

Wednesday afternoon, all I wanted to do was nap.

This morning (Thursday) at 6:30 a.m., guess what? Now, the road guys are in front of our house making a racket. Toby, a furry coward, hid under the computer desk. By the time I left for work at 8, the road was perfectly drivable.

I got up at 5:30 a.m. yesterday for nothing. Like I said, some days are complicated. But I did have a nice (entirely too large) apple fritter at Spudo's.