Yesterday Fisherhubby and I returned home from our very restful and enjoyable two week vacation in the northwoods.
As we wended our way toward home Fisherhubby, who is quite directionally challenged and may or may not be able to find his way out of a paper bag without my direction (eh-hem), missed the entrance to the interstate.
I knew where he was headed would take us quite a ways off the beaten path, so I began to look for a highway that would return us to the interstate.
In Wisconsin most of the county highways are assigned a letter of the alphabet rather than a number.
So we have P's, Q's, and even Z's all over the place.
When a county has more than 26 roads, it begins to use double letters.
Back to my story - - - I noticed on the map that the next road that would take us over to an interstate exchange was HH.
I told Fisherhubby that unless he WANTED to take a bit of a round about detour for the sake of seeing the countryside, he could take HH to the left a few miles ahead and that would put us right back on the interstate.
He said he was sure he wouldn't be able to find HH.
Oh I did bite and said, "Why not?"
"I won't be able to see it," says he.
"What do you mean you won't be able to see it????" queried I.
"Well," says he, "I don' t know my AA, BB, CC's."
"If you don't know them, how do you know they go AA, BB, CC?" I asked. (I do step right into his plots, don't I?)
"That's all the farther I know them." Says he.
* * * * * * * * * * * *You may notice that my two above photos show progressively browner and crispier vegetation.
That's because I took those pictures in sequence as we got closer to our county. While we enjoyed 5 or 6 healthy showers/storms just 3 and a half hours north at the lake, only a few teaser drops of rain fell on our city.
The last photo is our front yard.
That's what happens when your lawn hasn't had more than teaser drops of rain since May.
It's called a drought, and we've got it.
And that's what's happening in our city, what's the news in yours?