It’s Not All Mary Poppins

To the Right, Left, or…?

Travel on my street these days is an ongoing adventure. One morning there is the usual dirt road just beyond my porch steps, the next, a gaping hole. Lately, our sidewalks have been vanishing in segments, to be replaced with stroller-jolting mixes of sand and very large-grade gravel.

This does not, as you can see, deter us. We strike out boldly, lured by the noise, dust, and great big machines.

However, it can be a bit confusing if one, in the interests of being a Good Role Model, tries to obey all the directives provided by the road workers. Take for example, this sign:

Does that say what I think it says? Let’s take a closer look:

Yes, yes that’s what it says.

So, good law-abiding citizens that we are, where do we go from here?

July 20, 2005 - Posted by | outings


  1. Tee Hee! Decisions, decisions…

    BTW–thank you for linking some old posts concerning potty training. You have the patiencce of Job!

    Comment by Misfit Hausfrau | July 20, 2005 | Reply

  2. Wow, that’s fast: I hadn’t finished tweaking with it, and you’d commented already! (I find that the “Preview” doesn’t look the same as the final post when I use pictures, so I end up fiddling with things and posting two or three times before I’m either satisfied or give it up!)

    Glad you liked them. Patience of Job? My family would laugh at that one! A sense of humour is essential in this job, for sure. If my choices are 1) laugh, 2) cry, or 3)throttle someone, I’ll pick door number 1!

    Comment by Mary P. | July 20, 2005 | Reply

  3. My roommate Jessica tells me about how her younger brother used to routinely pee in the garbage can, which is right beside the toilet because “he had to go”. Aparently he couldn’t make it the two steps to the left.
    Potty training will try anybody’s patience. I agree: humour is the only way to go.

    Comment by Haley | July 20, 2005 | Reply

  4. And when I was there visiting, I got some very nasty looks from construction workers. Aparently I was on the wrong side of the sidewalk – no matter which side I was on! Sometimes you just can’t win…

    Comment by Haley | July 20, 2005 | Reply

  5. Excellent positioning of useless sign.

    And look at you, skinny thing! That’s the poopy tank top, isn’t it?

    Comment by ieatcrayonz | July 21, 2005 | Reply

  6. Haley: I had another daycare kid who never “needed” to pee but when we were outside. I had to be quite stern in my insistence that my lilac tree wasn’t his personal toilet…

    Crayonz: Oh, you’ve just made a friend for life. Thank you!

    And yes, that’s the poopy tank top, though not just then.

    Comment by Mary P. | July 21, 2005 | Reply

  7. I continually remind Mary how gorgeous she is. And she always responds, Stop, you’re embarrassing me!

    Sorry, Mary! I just did it again!

    Comment by Q | July 21, 2005 | Reply

  8. Uh whatsa Pietons?

    Sounds like it would be delish with merangue.

    My kids and construction vehicles = hours of unadulterated fun


    Comment by Heather | July 21, 2005 | Reply

  9. Q: Stop it!! 🙂

    Actually, I usually comment that you would say that were I painted blue and wearing a burlap sack, so it doesn’t count for much when I need an objective opinion. Which is far from saying that the sentiment is unappreciated, you wonderful man, you. (Ooo! A PDA! From me!)

    Heather: “Pietons” is French, likely from pieds, which means feet. So, I’d guess pietons is something like “footers”, or, in better English, pedestrians. How’s about that? I’ve learned a fair smattering of French just by the bilingual signs around here.

    Comment by Mary P. | July 21, 2005 | Reply

  10. Heather: but you’re Canadian, right? You probably knew that already and I’ve missed your humour and gone all pedantic.

    We didn’t leave the house all day today, because they were RIGHT OUTSIDE my door. It would have been cruel to take them to the park.

    Comment by Mary P. | July 21, 2005 | Reply

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