If we were having coffee today, July 31st, we’d all be asking the same question:
“WHERE IN THE HECK DID JUNE AND JULY GO?”
Having no better answer than when we asked it last year, we’d sigh and change the subject.
We might spend a few minutes talking about how much we appreciate the co-hosts of the Cherished Blogfest. While I could have guessed a few Cherished Objects, most bloggers surprised me with your originality, your humor or your emotional attachment to something that had been inherited from a loved one. I was struck and saddened by the number of men and women who, as children, lost a parent.
I enjoy finding additional bloggers to read, and I appreciate receiving such positive enthusiasm from all of you for my own participation. Thank you!
I’d poke Dan and say, “Hey, guess what?!? My gift Keurig coffee-maker finally bit the dust so I’m aimin’ to purchase a more environmentally and wallet-friendly drip machine.”
Dan would hoist his
coffee cup beer mug in my direction, foam masking his superior sneer of a purist who shunned Keurigs from the get-go.
I’d tell you how Hub and I look at each other and shake our heads when we see those news snippets about the promising future of cars which drive themselves.
You drive the interstates, right? You know how congested they are, right?
You know how both lanes are full and one or two A-hole drivers will impolitely squeeze into the least margin of space you leave between you and the driver ahead of you.
You also remember from Drivers’ Ed that we are supposed to leave one car-length of space between us and the driver in front of us for every 10 miles of speed in order to have safe braking distance.
On our cross-country to Michigan last fall in my new car, we tried the newest feature added to cruise control that automatically slows your cruising car when you are approaching a car ahead.
Uh huh. You got it.
There we were automatically slow-w-w-w-w-w-ing down to keep that preset number of car lengths ahead of us while every other car zoomed by or cut into the space our car so generously offered them (which then slowed us even more).
After about three times watching Hub test that automatic slowdown sucker, him not saying anything but getting that telltale tight pursing of his lips, I started laughing and asked, “how do you like that fancy gadget now?”
I couldn’t help it.
What are the car designers thinking?
Do they not know my tail-gating husband or those A-hole drivers?
Do they not drive the same interstates we do, where using cruise control – even without the automatic slowdown – is almost impossible because of the volume?
Do they not understand it’s dangerous to slow to a speed no other car is going, and it’s self-sabotaging to give up your queue in the lane?
How in the heck are self-driving cars going to mesh with human tailgaters and queue jumpers? Are they going to factor in that we have ALL become tailgaters and will fill any vacuum their preset spacing creates?
It might make a marriage or two happier when we’re yelling at the car to “Speed up!” rather than at our tail-gating spouse to “Slow Down!”
Tomorrow is August. Let’s not get to the end of that month and wonder where it went. Live your moments; they’re all we got.