Severeal Oddities
May. 11th, 2007 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenThis 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.
Being woken up a lot will do that to you, I suppose. It got annoying as I was really involved in two of them and got woken up before they resolved. I also can't rightly recall the first two now. The last one involved me in some kind of a department store trying to get to the exit. For some reason, I had to go down two escalators, then up one and then down another (before the up-down thing, I wasn't on the right level for the exit). I think this has something to do with the fact that the escalators at the 83rd St. Barnes and Noble (where I went shopping yesterday) go straight from floor 1 to 3, and to get to 2, you have to go back down to 1 and then take the stairs up.
Anyway, as I was moving to the exit doors, I noticed all the shoppers avoiding this gaping hole in the floor (it was part of the design--a big octagonal drop that just went through the floor to the one below where people were waiting for the elevator). A woman in a puffy, toe-length winter coat with the hood drawn up was taking a toddler around it and I could just see that the kid was going to walk right to the edge and fall. Sure enough, she did. She landed on her feet and fell over screaming. The mom didn't miss a beat, though: she walked right off the edge to follow her and get to her as quickly as possible, even though the drop probably broke something, too. It was a not a little weirding, especially as I was heart-in-throat anxious because I knew the kid really ought to be dead.
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.
Being woken up a lot will do that to you, I suppose. It got annoying as I was really involved in two of them and got woken up before they resolved. I also can't rightly recall the first two now. The last one involved me in some kind of a department store trying to get to the exit. For some reason, I had to go down two escalators, then up one and then down another (before the up-down thing, I wasn't on the right level for the exit). I think this has something to do with the fact that the escalators at the 83rd St. Barnes and Noble (where I went shopping yesterday) go straight from floor 1 to 3, and to get to 2, you have to go back down to 1 and then take the stairs up.
Anyway, as I was moving to the exit doors, I noticed all the shoppers avoiding this gaping hole in the floor (it was part of the design--a big octagonal drop that just went through the floor to the one below where people were waiting for the elevator). A woman in a puffy, toe-length winter coat with the hood drawn up was taking a toddler around it and I could just see that the kid was going to walk right to the edge and fall. Sure enough, she did. She landed on her feet and fell over screaming. The mom didn't miss a beat, though: she walked right off the edge to follow her and get to her as quickly as possible, even though the drop probably broke something, too. It was a not a little weirding, especially as I was heart-in-throat anxious because I knew the kid really ought to be dead.
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.
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:11 pm (UTC)I grew up looking out over the hudson seeing the bridge and the city...
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:39 pm (UTC)Sorry to poke the homesickness, but I'm glad you recognize where I mean.
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:39 pm (UTC)Didja get up to see the kitties killing each other? I thought I heard a door...
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:40 pm (UTC)I did, however, when prompted by thunder, unplug my computer (storms make me paranoid about that stuff).