Hi,
I painted today on the Ladrones, but made no headway. Didn't like the rainbow attempts. I worked on prints, brochures, etc. Gene rode his bike pretty early.
Then, we went to dinner at Grace Miller's in Bastrop. A new, quaint restaurant on Pine Street, just off Main. We had dinner (salmon and chicken cordon bleu) and live music outside and the weather cooperated for a nice evening and great meal. But ... on the drive home, a lady passed us on the right just before our turn off to McAlister Road, no turn lane, she was on the paved shoulder. I had the camera out taking photos of the evening sun and caught this, but she pulled too far ahead to get her license plate number. She was in one, big, hurry! Wow. People just don't think.
Later,
Jo
1 comment:
I hope Dad honked at her! I always honk and then think that maybe the person might be trying to get to the hospital before someone dies or something. And then I think if that's the case, all they're really going to do is get themselves in the adjoining bed after they cause a terrible accident. And, then I think that no, the driver is probably just an idiot who can't wait 10 seconds. And, I'm glad I honked. Full circle!
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