Here’s another item on the list of things you don’t do when you’re driving in front of me: You’re going along about five miles an hour below the speed limit (that’s bad, but that’s not it) and you slow down, then stop, then put on your turn signal, then turn. If you do that, you’re lucky I’m awake (which isn’t a given, by the way), so that I don’t slide right into your rear end. You need to stop signaling way before that point.

The items on my list are in no particular order, and I’ve lost track of how many there are anyway. But here’s another one (and both of these happened on my way home from the post office today): You’re on a rural road and you drive around a blind curve, then stop. Without signaling, you hesitate, then turn into a driveway to make a U-turn. Right. On a blind curve. How brilliant is that?

Okay, this isn’t about driving, unless you’re calling me from your car, but please, please, please, if you’re going to phone me, don’t hang up as soon as I answer. At least stay on the line long enough to tell me you don’t want to talk to me. This happens to me all day long, and it drives me wacko. I mean, totally wacko, to the point where I throw the phone across the room. Which at least has the advantage of making it unlikely to ring again for a while.

I don’t know what kind of egg that is, or the story behind it. I walked out my front door to take some dramatic cloud photos, but somehow (and fortunately) I looked down instead of up. There on the walkway was this egg, which is a little too large for a hen’s egg. Turkey, maybe? Or some other oversized bird, at least. All I could see flitting around the trees and bushes were sparrows, and I know this couldn’t have come out of one of them.