It's Flag Day as I write this on June 14, and I snuck outside in my jammies to hoist Old Glory on the front porch.
It feels like early spring at 51 degrees and, for a moment, I thought I saw snowflakes. Alas, they were just pods of dandelion seed fluff.
I've been reflecting on what it will be like to turn 74 tomorrow, on the 15th, and I don't expect it will be much different from any other day except for family and friends who will stop by for cake and ice cream and good wishes. I feel surrounded and protected by the white light of love and, believe me, I'm grateful. The daily walks have been going well, and there's hope I can waste away to a ton-and-a-half by the end of summer.
I try to be positive, but occasionally I find it necessary to call attention to things that bug me. Inattentive drivers fall into that category. While walking each morning, I have time to drink in our neighborhood ambiance and acknowledge motorists who give me the old "beep" and wave on the way by. I also watch what seems to be declining attention to state driving laws.
Up front, I want it known that I have my faults on the highway. Thank goodness for Kaye, who gives me an extra pair of eyes to watch out for danger — especially at intersections. While driving and walking, I see flagrant disregard for the law at stop signs and red lights to the point where I feel compelled to beg for compliance.
In particular, I have been conducting another of my infamous Gordie Little informal surveys as I walk east on Route 22B in Morrisonville and turn left onto the Banker Road each morning. I have been counting the vehicles coming to a complete stop before driving out onto Route 22B and am sad to report that less than 5 percent adhere to the letter of the law, yielding the right-of-way to vehicles and pedestrians and only entering the intersection when it is safe to do so.