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Severeal Oddities
May. 11th, 2007 10:36 amThis is a most peculiar morning.
Examples of peculiarity (or, at least, singularity):
1) Thunder so loud it set off car alarms.
Made it hard to sleep, but so did the cats mutilating each other or whatever (so sleeeeepy). Also, the sky coloring outside was yellow. It only turned bluer when it started to rain.
2) The weather turning around inside of fifteen minutes.
I was expecting I'd be wearing my galoshes to work with the way it sounded after that one crack of thunder.
3) Having not one, but three dreams of weirdness.
( Dream weirdness! )
WEIRD.
Anyhoodle, I feel the need to mention what I was too busy working (no, stop laughing, I'm being serious!) yesterday to do. On Wednesday, not ready to go home and wanting to enjoy the nice weather, I tromped down the hill at 165th to go over to the park alongside the Henry Hudson Pkwy. There's a wall that's about 3-3.5 ft tall there at the end of it and I walked along until the hill rose up to meet it sufficiently for me to climb up. I sat with my feet dangling off the edge over the freeway and just admired scenery (you can see the GWB, a nice view of Jersey, and even just watching the cars go by from so far above was interesting). I had my book, sun in my face, and a nice breeze.
Twice, on the south-bound side, people yelled something out the windows at me. The first guys seemed to be jeering--probably they were daring me to jump (I was reading, God, not being emo); the second seemed more angry. Not twenty minutes after I sat down, a cop car coming up the north-bound side slowed (bunching up people behind like whoa), and threw on lights and a beep of the siren. It got my attention, and I looked down and the cop behind the wheel was leaning forward gesturing for me to get off the wall. I guess they have to--even a paragon of emotional stability like myself might fall accidentally and cause a traffic pile-up--but what a waste of a pleasant spot to sit!
It was probably a good thing, then, that I hadn't been wearing my Avenue Q, "It sucks to be me" shirt that day. I wore it yesterday. Can I just say (and, yes, this is another thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saikogrrl) that that shirt makes me irrationally happy? It gets a lot of funny looks from people, and some coworkers have gone, "I hope that's not a true statement," or jokingly asked if it was, but it really makes me silly and happy. It's so over-the-top, I just love it to pieces.
Examples of peculiarity (or, at least, singularity):
1) Thunder so loud it set off car alarms.
Made it hard to sleep, but so did the cats mutilating each other or whatever (so sleeeeepy). Also, the sky coloring outside was yellow. It only turned bluer when it started to rain.
2) The weather turning around inside of fifteen minutes.
I was expecting I'd be wearing my galoshes to work with the way it sounded after that one crack of thunder.
3) Having not one, but three dreams of weirdness.
( Dream weirdness! )
WEIRD.
Anyhoodle, I feel the need to mention what I was too busy working (no, stop laughing, I'm being serious!) yesterday to do. On Wednesday, not ready to go home and wanting to enjoy the nice weather, I tromped down the hill at 165th to go over to the park alongside the Henry Hudson Pkwy. There's a wall that's about 3-3.5 ft tall there at the end of it and I walked along until the hill rose up to meet it sufficiently for me to climb up. I sat with my feet dangling off the edge over the freeway and just admired scenery (you can see the GWB, a nice view of Jersey, and even just watching the cars go by from so far above was interesting). I had my book, sun in my face, and a nice breeze.
Twice, on the south-bound side, people yelled something out the windows at me. The first guys seemed to be jeering--probably they were daring me to jump (I was reading, God, not being emo); the second seemed more angry. Not twenty minutes after I sat down, a cop car coming up the north-bound side slowed (bunching up people behind like whoa), and threw on lights and a beep of the siren. It got my attention, and I looked down and the cop behind the wheel was leaning forward gesturing for me to get off the wall. I guess they have to--even a paragon of emotional stability like myself might fall accidentally and cause a traffic pile-up--but what a waste of a pleasant spot to sit!
It was probably a good thing, then, that I hadn't been wearing my Avenue Q, "It sucks to be me" shirt that day. I wore it yesterday. Can I just say (and, yes, this is another thank you,
saikogrrl) that that shirt makes me irrationally happy? It gets a lot of funny looks from people, and some coworkers have gone, "I hope that's not a true statement," or jokingly asked if it was, but it really makes me silly and happy. It's so over-the-top, I just love it to pieces.
