Reporting in
The most eventful thing (besides, yanno, Steve being given an All Clear) about yesterday's excursion were the two traffic accidents we came upon apparently only minutes after their execution -- one on the China Road as we were going to the hospital -- looked like somebody got broadsided coming out of Mickey D's. Cop-lights and a wrecker in evidence. We made a left onto Cushman Road, and avoided the mess.
Coming home, in the dark and the rain, with the temps hovering around 36F/2C, just past the Really Bad Curve where the rocks and the trees conspire for black ice in August, a car had gone off the road and was some distance -- actually, a surprisingly long distance -- into the blessedly empty field. Several cars and trucks had pulled over to help, creating a confusion of flash- and headlights. We eased through that and so to home.
A random standout observation is how often, yesterday particularly and recently in general, one or both of us in conversation with a third party has had to say, "It was the 50s (or 60s); that's what they did then." I feel like a time traveler in my own life.
Yesterday's other big event was the arrival of the rolling bag. Yes, I have bowed to necessity -- and the rodents chewing the muscle of my right arm -- and gotten a bag on wheels to replace the current canvas bag and mini-backpack arrangement. The wheels will do me no good in the snow, of course, but we're not there yet. *thinks* Maybe I can affix tiny skis, when the time comes.
Today, I'm back at the day-job, in Wait Mode. Tomorrow, Hexapuma has an appointment at the vet for his shots.
The thrills, they never stop. . .
Coming home, in the dark and the rain, with the temps hovering around 36F/2C, just past the Really Bad Curve where the rocks and the trees conspire for black ice in August, a car had gone off the road and was some distance -- actually, a surprisingly long distance -- into the blessedly empty field. Several cars and trucks had pulled over to help, creating a confusion of flash- and headlights. We eased through that and so to home.
A random standout observation is how often, yesterday particularly and recently in general, one or both of us in conversation with a third party has had to say, "It was the 50s (or 60s); that's what they did then." I feel like a time traveler in my own life.
Yesterday's other big event was the arrival of the rolling bag. Yes, I have bowed to necessity -- and the rodents chewing the muscle of my right arm -- and gotten a bag on wheels to replace the current canvas bag and mini-backpack arrangement. The wheels will do me no good in the snow, of course, but we're not there yet. *thinks* Maybe I can affix tiny skis, when the time comes.
Today, I'm back at the day-job, in Wait Mode. Tomorrow, Hexapuma has an appointment at the vet for his shots.
The thrills, they never stop. . .