I talked to my sister last night – the camper they were towing jack-knifed as a result of their SUV having a tire blow out. My brother-in-law was able to get the SUV to the median, but the hitch snapped and the camper tipped over. My sister said they were going to try and salvage what they could from inside the camper, but that the camper itself was most likely a loss.
Month: June 2010 Page 1 of 2
Last week, my room-mate and I did a bunch of cleaning to get ready for his birthday party. We bought a lot of food and borrowed a table and chairs and on Saturday morning, I went and picked up the cake and 3 bags of ice. He also found out that his antique car was repaired and wanted to go pick it up to show to the party guests. I was less enthused about it since it would take up premium parking space and might distract the birthday boy from his guests, but he was determined and went along with it.
I’ve got a personality quirk – well, one of many anyway – that makes me really enjoy plans. I’m generally fine with going with the flow when that’s appropriate, but if I’ve got a plan I’d really prefer to see that through. And I tend to get cranky when that plan is disrupted – based on a belief that the universe likes plans too and that disrupting plans usually lead to some degree of chaos.
My room-mate is unhappy with the painting he did in the hallway of the apartment. It’s got some reflective qualities to it and didn’t spread evenly. He thinks that in some light it looks like aluminum foil. So, he’s making plans to repaint – which is too bad since the paint he got initially is fairly expensive.
I had a meeting that ran late last Friday and I decided to postpone the drive to my parent’s house until Saturday morning. Instead of driving, I helped my room-mate with some yard work. I think I would have preferred fighting rush hour traffic. 🙂
1. On the drive into work I saw a guy on a motorcycle. On the back, riding as a passenger, was a plastic skeleton (about 1/2 life sized) with long dark hair and the right arm extended. It was flipping everyone off as he rode down the highway. Oh, and the skeleton was surrounded by small american flags. So, you know, he had that going for him too. It was great.
The sound of the air handling system here at work has changed from what it usually sounds like – which is generally the sound of overworked fans. Now, it sounds like my washing machine at home, during the final spin. I keep expecting at any moment it will stop and a loud beeping sound will be heard – signaling that my clothes are done.
Two stories.
After the division wide meeting this morning, I hit the pool for swim.
I got my car back on Friday afternoon. It’s running quietly now and things seem to be back to normal. I’m still vaguely annoyed by it, but things could have been much worse.