fine whine

Today as we were driving back from Jessica's Aunt & Uncle's place I was struck by something that I hadn't run across in quite some time: boredom. About two hours into the return trip I was completely and utterly bored of driving through northwest Ohio and thereabouts. The flooded roadways and fields and meadows and now-gigantic ponds just blended into the other lackluster scenery, all brown and dead and as devoid of life as they were of other things of interest.

Not helping matters was the fact that this was now the fourth time in eight days that I'd driven these flat and lonely roads. This time around most of the snow was gone and there weren't even any trains or deer or anything else to catch my attention. Most of the roadside stores were still closed, including the mechanic's shop with the sign about "managed by UFO enterprises" now abbreviated to just "UFO". Other sign zaniness that I passed at least four times would be the length of highway adopted by the H2O Church. I tried to look them up but only found some hip house of God based in Florida. The sort of place you can go to listen to Creed and their ilk.

I also noticed, every one of the eight times, that the Blanchard River crosses the highway twice.

Well, I suppose I noticed that seven times.

Moreover, Mobil or Speedway or whoever has painted the giant tank near Detroit that for so long was a baseball into a basketball. I'm not sure what to make of that.

Also, the photo La-Z-Boy on the north side of the Munroe La-Z-Boy sign is far too distorted, perspective-wise, to be "hip" or "edgy" and in fact it is just "cheesy".

Like I said... I was pretty bored. Which is strange for me, as I thought today. Lately I haven't gotten bored very often. There's always something, if not several things, between which I can choose, and it's not even the five channels with nothing on paradigm but several things I would like to do.

But when I'm driving three or four hours through the boring side of Ohio, well, my options get pretty limited.