from MORNING DRIVE JOURNAL: MAY 7, 1999

I am a sad case of a

man, unhappy it is Friday already. Unhappy mostly because I am running out of week before I am running out of work, and I like to see my work done. I shall hammer on it some more today.

It was wet and rainy most of the day again yesterday, and damp and chilly during the night. It is a grey light this morning.

An elderly neighbor is out, he is throwing kernels of corn into the street - for the birds, I presume. The street is wet with the night's moisture. There is a spit of drizzle against the windshield.

The fields are moist and black and smooth but they do not look so eager today. Spring is a slower proposition in this light.

Halfway to Ripon - the apple trees in the small farmyard orchard are in blossom.

I notice this morning the road heading directly north from Five Corners is not straight and it is not true to the line set by Highway E as it arrives at the corner. I have not observed this before! The roads look as if they bend, almost like a bow which could shoot an arrow due east.

Crow cannot tell a lie this morning so he keeps his distance, chased by several small birds. Annoyances come in matched sets.