Itís one thing for my landlord to promise heís going to take care of my muddy driveway this weekend. Itís quite another thing to sit around all weekend waiting for it to happen. I waited for some action for so long today, I began to wonder if maybe theyíd been out there with the tractor before I even got up this morning.
But no, when I drove out to D.J.ís basketball game this afternoon, it was worse than ever. Thatís really saying something, but itís no exaggeration. It was absolutely the muddiest itís been since the New Yearís Eve storm. I think it rained some in the night, but not enough to justify those kinds of conditions.
I actually feared for my life. Okay, not actually. But I had a sinking sensation as I drove through the mud, and I felt a big relief when I came out the other side.
When I got home from the game I was a little more composed and serene, having already made it through once today. But still, itís kind of intimidating to look at a mud bog and wonder how many times my car will have to negotiate it. Not to mention when my landlord will follow through on his promise to take care of it.