Sunday Sunshine

We are promised another wonderful day of sunshine which it certainly looks to be happening.  Mom and I spent a marvelous day shopping in various towns and then having lunch at a farm along the highway.  Mom enjoyed visiting with the book club ladies but this morning she is lying in bed resting her ankles!

       We did have a trauma driving along the Deerfoot yesterday.  I made a wrong turn at Southland and had to double back onto the Deerfoot only to find myself unable to merge as the traffic was whizzing by at 100 km an hour and absolutely no chance of whipping in there.  Finally after 10 minutes of signalling and failing to see anyone slow down or move over I just stepped on the gas and shot out only to have the guy behind me honk his horn furiously.  It’s 8:45 on a Saturday morning, can you get a grip and let a person in?  Apparently that was not possible for this clod.  And people wonder why I continue to say that the Deerfoot should be reduced to 80 km!  Through the city the Deerfoot should not be treated as a highway- the speed limit is 100 km but people are travelling at 120 and even 130 km per hour.  It is absolutely insane.  And then when there is a chance that a person make a wrong turn, as I did yesterday, how do you merge off of a tiny road with only about 10 yards of merge length?  You literally cannot even on a Saturday morning with minimal traffic.

       However, the point is not so much the bad design and logic of the city as the utter selfishness of drivers.  Once again I need to vent about how the driving in this city (as elsewhere) indicates the self absorption of our society.  We saw a sports car fly out of a subdivision ramp and speed across three lines, no signalling mind you.  He was obviously a very Special Person, in his own mind.  We, the rest of the traffic, are watching him in awe as he shows off his masculinity in a dinky little blue sports car that tells us he is HOT STUFF.  Then there are the Ram trucks with the body jacked up at last a foot over the tires which shows that these good ole boys are lumberjacks, oh excuse me, they are daredevils who risk their lives in daily pursuit of . . .  what?  Oh, there unit can drive through mud.  Big wow.  And how old are you?  My brother got over playing in mud when he was 2.  Geez.

       When you get on the Deerfoot you are literally taking your life in your hands because you don’t know what nutbar is out there.  I’ll vote for the candidate that says he, or she, will reduce the speed limit on Deerfoot and vigilantly guard that limit.  Oh, and one last thing, after the police officer was killed because he pulled someone over on the Left Hand Shoulder – why do they still do that?  How completely stupid is that?  Do they not have a safety toolbox on the police force where they talk about these kinds of rules?

       Now I will stay in the safety of my yard today and catch me some rays.