Jill and I are scheduled to head out tomorrow — into the great outdoors. Each year we try to get those “fall” pictures that show the turning of the leaves. Over past years our success could fill a small art gallery! Award quality. We’ll see what we come up with tomorrow.
So, I ventured outside tonight to see what I could see. Didn’t have to go far. Just out onto the veranda (or is that entry way, or do you call it front steps . . . ?). There a sight to behold confronted my wearied eyes. Steam rising from ashphalt pavement. Workers who don’t have enough of the “smokey” tar, they light up with cigarettes as well — or maybe they get addicted to tar??
The work is hard, but in the end our street will have less holes (I really wasn’t sure we had any until they dug out whole sections of the street — then we all had fun driving the obstacle course). When I say the work is hard, I am not referring to personal experience. I’m referring to the vicarious experience of watching others push rakes and shovel ashphalt. Always a much easier experience — I just had to have nourishment after watching (a bit of chocolate never hurt anyone)!!
Speaking about chocolate, we have some chocolate bars to sell you. Anybody else interested? Yummy!