After I came home from work today, I fed the beasts and then thought, hey I feel really tired, maybe I’ll just have a wee nap, just close my eyes for a few minutes. Tuffy P was up in Richmond Hill visiting with her dad. I set up the big comfy pillow on the sofa beside the big John Howlin painting and drifted off to dreamland. Two hours later I awoke, a little dazed and confused. Outside water was puddled on the street. I noticed a limb from the big maple in Nick’s yard next door had fallen to the ground. Apparently, I missed a thunderstorm.

Memphis looked at me as if to say, hey Jack you missed our evening constitutional, let’s get a move on. So off we went for a post thunderstorm walk. The clouds were still roiling about but a breeze was up down by the lake and it was actually pleasant to be out walking. A bit of misty rain started up, enough to notice but not enough to get seriously wet. The streets were quiet, nobody about.

Down at the corner of Lake Prominade and 23rd, a car heading southbound slowed down a little for the stop sign and make the right turn. This reminded me that I intended to write about this corner. Hardly anyone ever stops at this stop sign. I’ve made a point of watching every time I pass by. Cars slow down but a full stop rarely happens. This isn’t just the case for southbound traffic. Cars headed east on Lake Prom rarely stop before making the left up 23rd either. One day a local cop is going to realize this opportunity and set up an unmarked car in the little nook that ends the road just south of Lake Prominade. There is no end to the revenue the City could rake in at this corner.

Stop Sign (Photo credit: ladybeames)

Now it’s bedtime and do you think I’m sleepy in the slightest? That’s the cost of the afternoon nap I suppose. It was good though.