Yesterday was a really frusterating day for me. I just felt frusterated and then on top of it all they were repaving Ruddiman. I took the detour only to be told to turn around and come back the other way because there was only one lane of traffic. I went all the way around and weaved my way into the back roads only to discover that there was no outlet onto Ruddiman. All the side roads were completely closed off with at least two or three of those gate signs they put up. I was so infuriated! I finally stopped my car on the usual road I use to get back onto Ruddiman, got out of my car, walked into the rode waving to the lady constuction worker and asked her how in the world I was supposed to get onto Ruddiman so I could get to my street! There was a man behind me who also stopped his car and followed me onto the road. He said he'd been taking this road all week.

The lady was very compassionate and told us to drive around the signs ("maybe up on that person's grass"). Well, the guy just grabbed ahold of one of the signs and dragged it to the side so we could get by. When I got to the house the girls were not there yet. They were with Mary's godmother. Awhile later I got a call from her saying she was being turned away at the bridge and had to come back the way I did. I gave her directions and told her to try to do what I did. Well, about 10 or 15 minutes later she called and said they weren't letting anyone through and that she had broken her muffler trying to get through another way. I hopped on Maria's bike and rode down the street to the tennis courts to meet them. There is a narrow paved path (just wide enough for one car) that connects our neighborhood to the other one. Cars were using this to get into our neighborhood since the Ruddiman access to it was blocked. There are two places where a cement cylinder sticks up out of the ground. A pipe usually goes in there and then chains are linked across to only allow bikes through. Mary's godmother had tried to go up but the pipe underneath her car caught on it and broke. Tons of others cars were doing this without any problem.

I called Ken at the office to let him know what happened and if I should still take Mary to dance. He parked his car just outside the tennis courts and walked home. I took Mary to dance and parked there on the way home (I didn't want to take a chance.), and we walked back to the house pretending we lived in another country where we just walked everywhere because we didn't have a car (There's my experiences in India coming in handy!).

I don't have much homework this weekend. I'm so glad. Just reading and a little more researching for my math project. I've started reading Sherlock Holmes again. I just love it so much! It makes me incredibly happy. I think it's because it reminds me of my childhood. My family used to listen to Sherlock Holmes dramatizations frome the 30's and 40's and they were my favorite. If you've never read or listened to Sherlock Holmes you should!