Let the dog in!

We live on an island. I get that. We chose to be here, it’s true. Fortunately, there is a road off this island. Unfortunately, it is a long and narrow road, with lots of construction (which Kid loves for the big diggers) and long lines of cars, especially if you are like us yesterday and go around noon, rather than the crack of dawn. (I can recall our real estate agent saying oh, Poulsbo is just 5 minutes away, over the bridge. Puffery, I ask now, or fraud??) And this construction just seems to get worse, not better. I recall in L.A. after an earthquake the highway road crew was offered bonus incentives to finish early, some huge sum per day, and guess what? They finished early! Real early! Yet, in Poulsbo, that cute, little Scandinavian town, these guys make more mess than progress. Are they getting paid by the hour here, we wonder? Are there Native American burial grounds being discovered that halt the works? Maybe an Indonesian spotted tree frog lives in the way? When we pass by, there is usually some special conference going on. “Do we catch the frogs and relocate them?” “Stash the burial pots and urns and go on?” Or maybe, “No, it’s my turn to drive the Kubota!” Either way, the situation makes this island more of actual island. That bridge over Agate pass merely provides a false sense of freedom. In reality, we must succumb to either the ferry schedule/traffic/cost or the 305 highway construction.

It makes you think before going “off island” — do I really need that kitchen sink? — especially if you will be traveling with little kids, little kids who ask things like “are we there yet?” “where is the store, Mommy?” “is it that store? or that store?” and “knock, knock! Mommy, I said knock, knock!” Don’t these guys realize time is of the essence?! If this keeps up, we will need to create a new legal defense for mothers who deliberately drive off the road and into a tree.

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