Wednesday, on my way out the door to do the weekly shopping, I got a text from Farmer H.
"The bridge is closed HM you can't get over it they're working on it"
Problem is, there are three bridges I encounter on my way to town, two of which I cross.
"On the lettered county highway? I guess I'll take the other blacktop road to a different-lettered highway?"
I
can find my way around the major roads, only from being on them with
Farmer H. I cannot (s)weave in and out through farmland like he does, or
I would be hopelessly lost. Of course I heard nothing back from him. I
wasn't going to wait all day. I didn't want to call him, because he and
HOS (Farmer H's Oldest Son) were taking the blue tractor to town on a
trailer. As you might imagine, Farmer H's sweaving is still a habit,
even when pulling a trailer loaded with a tractor. No way did I want to
have him answer his phone, and drive one-handed!!!
I
stopped to pick up the mail at the end of our gravel road. I then had to
make a decision. How does Farmer H's mind work? If he had been
referring to the low water bridge on the blacktop county road, I could
still get to town with a short detour of about 2 extra miles. If he
meant the long high bridge that spans Big River (that's the actual name
of the river) on the county lettered highway, my detour would take me
8-10 miles out of my way.
Well, whichever bridge Farmer
H meant, I still had to turn left at the mailboxes, rather than right.
Off I went, still contemplating whether I should take the long detour
and be sure, or the shorter one. IF it was the long high bridge, they'd
surely be redirecting traffic back onto our blacktop county road, and
I'd only have to loop back around and then take the long detour. BUT if
the bridge Farmer H meant was the low water bridge on the blacktop
county road, I'd be home free with the short detour. I was willing to
take that risk, with a chance of only going 2 miles extra, rather than
10.
Heh, heh! When I came to a stop sign putting me on
the road that would branch off, giving me access to either the long or
the short detour, I saw a BRIGHT ORANGE SIGN, pointed back the way I had
just come, saying ROAD CLOSED.
YES! I had successfully
read Farmer H's mind! He had indeed been talking about the low water
bridge, and I could now safely take my short detour and get to town the
mostly normal way.
You can bet that I sent Farmer H another text.
"Thanks for not answering. Good thing I know how your weird mind
works, and took [alternate county blacktop] to [lettered highway]."
"The bride on [blacktop county] and I didn't hear you"
SHEESH! All he had to do originally was say: low water bridge out. I would have known EXACTLY which route to take, no questions asked (and unanswered). I didn't even taunt him about calling a bridge a bride. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have gotten the joke.
4 comments:
You know what they call it when you're in charge of the crazies in the insane asylum, and you start thinking like them?
You're becoming JUST like him...
Sioux,
Maybe you should drive down to Hillmomba and do a daily Mansion inspection as a welfare check on my sanity. If you find my toenails in the candle on the mantel, I might need an intervention.
Just think how cosy and calm you could have been staying at home if you didn't need to go out for the 44oz elixir (cheesy grin here)
River,
WHAT??? You act like that might even be possible!
I was going to The Devil's Playground that day, too. We were running out of bottled soda. Oh. Looks like there's a theme here...
I DID sit here cozy and calm yesterday, when Farmer H sent a text asking if the electricity was off. It was NOT. Seems that several people who live up a side road here in our compound were without power, putting it on Facebook.
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