Four cars at the Corner of S and Harris here in lovely Eureka, California. Of the four cars, two drivers (both, ironically, female) are texting as the cars creep forward. Just a scant few days ago I was almost hit by a woman on her cell phone as she pretended to drive.
I fear the next one who comes close to hitting me is going to end up with her/his phone down her/his throat.
On an unrelated note, had a wonderful dinner last night with my supervisor and her friend. Played a good prank on the friend that was spoiled by my supervisor's inability to keep a straight face. Excellent conversation ensued ... after the out-of-town visitor got her senses back. (Welcome to Eureka! We're all a bit mad here.)
My daughter is napping. The rain has gone away. The sun shines. Really feeling the need to go get a burrito at Chapparita. Just hope I don't get hit by someone Twittering as they zoom to the Co-Op. Fuckers.
2 comments:
You know that look you saw on her face? I live for that stuff. That is the look someone gets when their reality changes.
I thank you for letting be in on all that. Like I commented on your blog, I felt third wheel, but not in a bad way.
Thank you.
I felt like a third wheel only because I don't share your history and kind of weasled my way in there. I don't think it was bad at all.
I hope to see her again soon. She is good for you, and it is good that you can be yourself around her.
She seems like just the right balance for you.
Enjoy today. Let the serpents play.
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