Hello my dear and literate readers! I've missed you terribly and wish I had something really fantastic to write about to welcome you back but alas, life has been a bit of a suck-fest lately and I just haven't felt joyful enough to engage in writing.
Today, however, is Friday and for this I am truly thankful.
I, like so many other Middlebury residents, eagerly await the opening of the $6 million bridge in the middle of our town and fabulous round-a-bout that has, thus far, done nothing more than cause another traffic jam during peak travel times in this town. I especially have enjoyed watching the big semi-trucks and agricultural machinery trying to negotiate the narrow lanes of the design and look forward to the winter plow truck snafus that will surely ensue. I can almost hear them cursing from behind the steering wheel as they drive over the fancy cobblestone curbs to avoid tipping their trailer over.
A brilliant design indeed!
Even more entertaining has been the constant parade of people who now come to gaze at the marvel that is the bridge. (I live in the gray house you see in the photo which affords a great vantage point to watch the huge amount of money being spent on a daily basis by the town and tax payers.) "Oh look, Martha! A bridge! Take a picture and be sure to get the port-a-let and debris in the background."
"Okay, Earl", says the guy who thinks he is the crew's boss, "park the front loader so that it blocks as much of the road surface as possible and then stretch that orange plastic fencing across the entrance. Be sure to secure it to the flimsy stick and make shift hand-rail." The next day, Earl comes back and finds the plastic fencing has been shifted to allow pedestrian traffic to flow more easily. "What the???" he says. "Don't these people get it?"
No, Earl. We don't.
Until next time, Funk out and do it like you mean it.
