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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. . .
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Too bad LJ doesn't have whiteboard capabilities, because this REALLY needs a picture...
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It's when you say "that's what /we/ did then" that age really hits...
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There was some reason I needed stay with my aunt *in the city* for several days and got to walk around a neighborhood in Northwest Baltimore-- almost every house had lights on in the basement, and people were schlepping home huge amounts of sugar, flour, toilet paper ... and guns. Both my older brother and I got rechecks on all the rifles and guns in the house, and on how many bullets to save out, just in case. Oh, we had a such a lovely decade, the sixties ...
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(Anonymous) 2009-10-23 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)I guess they figured "duck and cover" REALLY was not going to work for us.....
Susan
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Oh, and we had the unions striking causing power cuts through the winter.
But we also had Bewitched, and Star Trek, and Doctor Who. It wasn't all bad...