Getting in a car changes a person

I was thinking about what I wanted to write about next, when Eddie came up with this gem. We were in the car on our way out of town and everyone was zooming by us or cutting in front of us. I asked rhetorically why there were so many jerks on the road and where did they all have to be in such a hurry, and Eddie replied with a sigh-- "Well, getting into a car seems to change a person." I thought about it for a moment. Maybe it is true. Back when I was commuting long distances to work, yelling (even screaming) at other drivers was a daily occurrence. I don't yell any other time, though (except maybe on the tennis court). I am basically a quiet, gentle person. But, in a car and in traffic, a certain aggressiveness takes over. Maybe the shield of sheet metal around us and our relative anonymity on the road makes us think we can get away with this sort of behavior. It shouldn't. What is the rush, anyway? Do people think that weaving in and out of traffic and not letting people other people merge on to the highway is really going to save them that much time? Is where you have to go so much more important than everyone else that it is okay to risk everyone else's safety by running a red light or pulling out in front of another car? Unless you have sirens and lights flashing on top of your car, I would suspect not.

Also, have you noticed how often there is an inverse relationship between the size of the person and the size of the vehicle? Our neighbors across the street have. They told us one time how they are amused by how Eddie and I (the six-footers) get into our two-door Volkswagens every day while our 5'6" neighbors get into their hulking SUV and full-size crew cab pickup truck. Come to think of it, I do see a lot of little women behind the wheel of some very large SUVs and some pretty big dudes on motorcycles. Are we trying to be something we are not through our cars? Or, is it sometimes dead on? I remember one day not long after I had purchased the GTI. It was parked next to Eddie's car on the street. He looked outside and said, "you know, the Volkswagens look pretty good together." I stood beside him and looked at the beige (blond) easygoing VW Beetle and the black (brunette) racy VW GTI and said with a smile, "yeah, they sure do."

Bah! Spring

This is next door at our neighbor's house. Over the last year, while we have been planting begonias and cultivating roses, this guy has been systematically removing 95% of the plant life from his property. He even went so far as to remove a large oak tree from the back. It must have cost thousands of dollars to do that. I joked that maybe he was getting ready to put in a grass tennis court, but it really is no joke. It is not that the fact that he made all these changes-- it is his property and he can do with it as he chooses within the city codes and ordinances and the bounds of civilized urban society. The problem is that he wants everyone around him to do the same and has engaged in aggressive and verbally abusive behavior to get his point across. Anyone that has been to our street knows what an unlikely and undesirable prospect it would be to carry out his plan to turn it into the surface of the moon. So, we try to stay out of his way and hope that he doesn't snap like so many twigs he has removed from his yard. In the meantime, it is not all bad. The roses get a lot more sun now.

Ahhh, Spring!

Winter seems to have abruptly ended around here. We woke up one morning and all the trees were green and the flowers blooming. One nice surprise was the rosebush that I thought would not make it through the winter. Instead, it grew to twice its size and covered itself with big, yellow roses. They are so fragrant, too. Every morning I go and clip at least three of them to bring inside. I don't think Mother Nature wants me to take them-- the bush is so thorny that the roses are almost too difficult to harvest. But, I manage. The other rosebush (with the orange roses) is not doing as well, but I will try to be patient with it. Maybe it will come around.

In the front yard, the snapdragons we planted last year came back with a vengeance. I guess they heard us talking about maybe pulling them out because the yellow ones did not match the pink begonias. We did not have the heart to pull them out after all, so we let them be and planted the begonias anyway. True, we could have picked something other than pink begonias, but they remind us of one of the parks in Krakow that we visited on our honeymoon, so they are the sentimental favorite.