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rolanniThe 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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Date: 2009-10-23 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-23 04:58 pm (UTC)Too bad LJ doesn't have whiteboard capabilities, because this REALLY needs a picture...
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Date: 2009-10-23 05:21 pm (UTC)