Driving at dawn and dusk

Living west of my office in Research Triangle Park has advantages and disadvantages. The primary advantage is the lower population density, a strong personal preference. The resulting lower traffic density during rush hours is also a huge stress- and time-saver when leaving RTP. One of the disadvantages is that I sometimes find myself driving east into the sun on the way to work, and west into the sun on the way home. For a several weeks each year on clear days, the sun hovers brightly right over several straight sections of highway. As commuters are stunned by the glare and brake, traffic clots up, just in those patches.

The same phenomenon occurs on I-84 in Connecticut, headed southwest from Hartford to Waterbury. I was driving that way one late Sunday afternoon. Most of the road is hidden from a low, setting sun by trees or hills beside the highway. But as I approached some 10-plus sections, I would see a brilliant yellow glare nearly obscuring the dozens of small, red brakelights flashing on.

On the other hand, at times of the year like now but can vary with my hours, the sun is just below the horizon or behind clouds. Then, I can watch the purples, blues, reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows as they change with the sunrise or sunset. Particularly special days are when I get to see this slow-motion fireworks display both on my way into work and on my way home.

Pete’s Birthday

Last Friday was Pete’s birthday. We had gotten him a used mountain bike with 24″ wheels for him, which is too big for now but should fit by next summer. It is a Trek, with front suspension and bar extenders, so it looks pretty cool. After coming home from work, I washed the bike while the rest of the family got the house ready for the birthday party. Before the party with his friends, we had Pete open his gifts from us. Inside, and unaware of the bike outside, he opened a 6-pack of “church socks,” a toy NC license plate to put his name on, and a UNC baseball cap. He liked the socks, the license plate was ok, but he loved the hat. He put it on, went to check himself out in the mirror, and came back very happy, smiling a big-toothed, goofy, Pete grin–happy and satisfied with all that he had received.

At that point, I was almost sorry that we were going to raise his expectations by giving him the bike. We walked outside, and he whooped and pumped his fist when he saw the bike. Still, the greater excitement on his part didn’t match the smiling contentment he had with just his UNC cap.