Just a lucky so and so...

As happens sometimes, life gets in the way of coherent blogging and that is what has happened the past couple of weeks. The trouble is, once the stitches are dropped it’s hard to knit the thing back together. I’d like to be able to fill you in but it’s not just my story, so I won’t… Let’s try to get past this hiatus, shall we?

Last night as we came back from visiting Older Sonny, a state policeman stopped us. Quelle shock! We were driving peacefully along in the dark when suddenly we saw flashing blue lights behind us. “That can’t be for us, can it(?)” I asked. “It looks like it,” said The Rock, “but I don’t know why since we aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m not speeding or anything” he said. And he wasn’t, thank goodness. Of course we pulled over post haste and so did the policeman. Gosh…

The policeman asked where we were going and we said “home.” He asked where we had come from and we told him. Of course he checked The Rock’s license and registration. It turned out that our left rear tail light was out, as was the brake light. We had just had the car in for a servicing the week before and in April it was inspected too, so we were surprised.

He was satisfied with our answers and told us to get it fixed as soon as possible for our safety and then bade us a good evening and a safe trip home. Whew! There’s nothing like flashing police lights to get your adrenalin flowing, even when you’re not breaking the law. I suspect that his adrenalin might have been flowing too. After all, they never know when they stop someone what might happen. It’s not an easy job that they have and I thank them for doing it.

This morning The Rock checked out the tail light and we were in luck. We didn’t have to buy a new bulb as it turned out to be a loose wire and a bad connection and easily fixed. It could happen to anyone at any time. We were lucky. And to think, I’ve always worried about moose crossing the road in the dark. Over the past few months we’ve travelled in pouring rain, thunderstorms and heavy fog. We’ve passed by accidents. And we’ve shared the roads with motorcycles by the hundreds who were travelling up to Laconia for motorcycle week.

It’s usually a pretty drive, especially at this time of the year and we’ve watched as the trees and grass have come alive again this spring. Vacationers are clogging the highways now, passing through our fair state on the way to Maine. Soon we’ll be making a few trips up to Plymouth as well, to the Silver Cultural Arts Center for some good concerts.

Life could be better but it also could be a whole lot worse. The sunsets have been spectacular and I’ve always been a sucker for a good sunset. The stars have twinkled in the heavens to help guide our way and the fireflies are out and sparkling in the fields and trees. Now if the highway department could just see fit to paint some lines on the roads we’ll be all set. Who’d have guessed that there’d be a paint shortage?! Okay, I’m being sarcastic.

Tomorrow we’ll make the 102 mile round trip again. I hope we’ll stay lucky…