changing landscape of potholes
Wednesday, April 10 2019
One thing about a 25 minute commute over generally lightly-traveled highways is that I tend to know the route in surprising detail. I've mentioned how the roadkill suddenly appears, rots for a week or more, and then vanishes. Right now, for example, there looks to be a dead beaver on Route 209 near the railroad crossing. But the height of roadkill season is the Fall, not the Spring. At this time of year, the lingering temporary changes in the landscape mostly take the form of potholes. Like roadkill, they suddenly appear and then gradually change, though (unlike roadkill) they often grow until a highway crew comes along to do something about them. I know with precision where they all are. Right now there is a mess of shallow ones under the Route 28 overpass on Route 209 in the southbound lanes, and there are some to be avoided at the crest of the hill on Route 209 northbound between Route 28 and Sawkill Road. On the south edge of Red Hook, I swerved to avoid a patch of deep potholes that suddenly opened up across from the Stewarts on US 9 northbound. My colleague Joe was less lucky on his drive into work. He hit that very patch in his white BMW and blew out a tire, and then had to spend most of the day dealing with that headache.
At some point this evening I transitioned from ephedra tea (which I drink only rarely) to kratom tea (which I now drink several times a week). The two have almost completely opposite effects on sex drive and appetite. Fortunately, I had a great appetite when Gretchen came home from the bookstore and made vegan ravioli with asparagus. That was what we ate as that repellant James Holzhauer Jeopardy champion won a record $110,914 in one game. After seeing his toothy grin one too many times, I told Gretchen that if my teeth looked like that I'd go to a dentist to see if they could be darkened somehow.
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