Sometimes my mom calls me up and asks, “What’s new? What’s exciting? Whatcha doin’? What did you do before I called? How’s Emma?” Yeah, pretty much all at once like that. Personally, I think she has an insane prediliction for 20 Questions AND she likes to annoy me, but I digress.

There really is not much going on. I mean, there are moments of good stories and pockets of funniness and good times, but usually I am too busy enjoying it, living it, to actually… you know… write about it.

But I think I can rewind and relate a few things.

Yesterday the road got paved.

I know! Stop the presses!

It was a Big Deal. I mean, traffic stopped and *everything*. They had done prep work for it last week, going down the road scraping off the shoulder and stirring up dust for miles. That day I got the car, so I had to drive through it. While we were off getting groceries, they went right by our place, but mostly got our neighbour’s side of the road. They were preparing for a party and had just swept and washed the driveway, the siding, the windows, their patio furniture, the lawn ornaments… Well, you get the idea.

Later, when I was on the neighbour’s porch for a spell (see how country I’m getting?) she and her husband related to me how she just about snapped and went after the road crew with a broom. I mean, she had just cleaned the place. They should know better.

So when the road crew slowly came around the bend yesterday, paving away, it was no wonder they chose to stand around at the end of my driveway instead. I kept a careful eye on them and had my camera. You know, just in case. I kept looking across the street too, but just Earl sat out on his porch and watched. Real careful, too, I might add.

The stretch of road in front of our houses got paved without incident.