They've changed the format of the blog site, I've had to learn how to use it all over again.

I was just here bitching about stupid shit... well, I wasn't really bitchin I guess, but I'm here to bitch now. Just as I was finishing up the last entry my wife called. She's gone at the moment, back to NC to watch her daughter graduate from college, which happened yesterday in fact. She called and we had a lot to talk about. We always have a lot to talk about. She loves to talk, and I love listening to her. I do talk on occasion, more so than I ever have with anyone else. That's because she doesn't listen waiting to pounce on me if I say the wrong thing. With my previous wives it seemed like a constant battle. There seemed to be a constant vying for position in the marriage if you will. There's none of that here though. I admit I may harbor some bad habits still, but she seems to be completely free of the need for status. Not that she doesn't have status in the marriage, we both do our best to be on equal terms with each other. Anyway, I love listening to her, and talking as well because she actually listens.

We had to cut our conversation off when her son called to say he was ready to be picked up. I picked him up, and on the way back had an interesting time as I neared our neighborhood. I do my best to maintain the speed limit after I get off the freeway because there are so many people who seem to think I and everyone else should do the speed limit, but clear the way when they come barreling through on their way to the next very important happening, whatever it may be. Also, sometimes cops sit on one of the main thoroughfares just to give out tickets. Sure enough I'm doing 2 to 3 miles over the limit and people are going by like I should be shot for holding them up.

I turned right at the last traffic signal I have to go through before I'm in my neighborhood, and after traveling a short distance a car comes whizzing by like I'm standing still. I glance over, and it's a Sheriff's car!! One of the few things that pisses me off more'n people on the road that think their next appointment is more important than everyone else's is a cop that thinks they can go faster than you because they are cops. My first wife became a cop a few years after we were married. Before that she wouldn't hesitate to turn on the water works if stopped by the police. After that there wasn't a hint of holding back from flashing that badge if she were stopped by another officer.

So I have to finish the story. I go just fast enough after the cop passes me to keep him in sight. I figure this guy is in front of me and it's very hard to judge my speed from that point of view. Of course if I'm matching his speed all he has to do is look at his speedometer to know how fast I'm going. Of course that wouldn't hold much water in a truly just court of law, as then he'd have to explain why HE was going so fast without flashers and sirens. He notices, as I'm hoping he would, and he's there at the next stop sign when I pull up behind him. I'm getting his goat now I can tell, because he lingers at the stop just long enough to let me know he noticed me. I'm thinking to myself, "Come on back buddy and talk to me so I can ask whether you really think you have the right to go ripping through the neighborhood like that!" He doesn't of course. He's stupid enough to fly around like he owns the roads, but smart enough to know he doesn't have a leg to stand on if he comes back to harass me, as I know he's just dying to do. The same character and attitude that makes him fly around like he does is also compelling him to come back and try to push me around. He decides not to, but tries feebly to threaten me by pulling away very slowly.

I'm an asshole though. I pull up to the corner and stop as I'm supposed to, then get right up on his ass. There's still nothing he can do, HE's the one moving slow. He pulls away extremely fast, as is his nature of course, and is over a block away before I travel the block past the stop sign to my street. I'm not done fuckin with him though. Nope, of course not. I turn on my blinker and actually stop at the road watching him continue. He gets another half block before realizing this, and puts on his brakes. I'm wondering what the fuck he thinks he's gonna do, he's the one breaking all the rules now. I just let him know in my own subtle way that I noticed and didn't like it. I know he's pissed now, cause he stopped pretty fast. Too funny. I really wanted him to follow me to my house so I could ask him if all the local sheriff's deputies think they can drive like he does. He doesn't though.

Instead I continue home, pull into the driveway and take the dog for a walk.