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Jun. 4th, 2006 05:43 amOkay. So I'm done with my 10-hour drive. I had a good trip. Learned a bit...
Driving from the house, it was cloudy but clear. Once I was firmly committed to "the longest bridge/tunnel in the world", the heavens opened up and poured monsoon-style rains down on us. Obviously, some low-lying God didn't like that, because there immediately sprang up strong winds to blow the rain sideways across the road (it looked like a gully-washer flashflood) while *someone* grabbed a few clouds and brought them down to almost earth-level for a chat... educational, that's what that part of the trip was. I did not know that a bridge could disappear into a cloud as if it were trying to be a rainbow. Or that the roads would be dryer underwater than they were above ground. Coming down the bridge, I spotted a group of emergency flashers spanning both lanes - it turned out that a trucker and an SUV driver were using their fog lights to help four very wet motorcyclists see the road. Since visibility was down to about 20 feet and obscured by the blowing rain (does that get counted in 'visibility'?), everyone had slowed down to 30 mph. I was really glad those flashers were on. I didn't like the ones used in Philly's freeway nearly as well - by then the darkness and the rain had combined to create reflection-spots everywhere. The multitude of cars with flashers on simply acted to nearly blink the drivers behind them, who (usually) didn't spot the knee-deep flood areas until rooster-tails gave it away. Whooo! Driving was an adventure!
Our new Brother Schmooie can cook - real well. For both herbivores and carnivores. Yeah! Someone gave our Khan a penguin and she let me sit by it. It was very cute and trainable, too.
When all else fails for conversation in the wee hours, mentioning NCIS certainly can brighten a crowd. So can talking about "The Big Ad", but nearly as much as conversations about Abby, Ducky, And Gibbs.
The spontanious roar of "Wetsu" when I got to announce that instead of saying farewell to his comatose father, Magnus was currently chatting with him and making plans for a stay in an extended-care facility was heartwarming. I wish he could have heard the relief and celebration that the news sparked in his Brothers.
Stretch limos made out of a 56 Chevy are not only ugly, they are painful to behold.
"Chai Latte" had me staring stupidly at the coffee dispenser for a good five minutes. (Hey, it was 4:30am by then) What is 'chai not latte' - they leave the milk out? Ad guys, set a term and stick with it.
Backseats of SUVs are a horrible place to get a leg cramp when you think you've found just the right position to pretzel into in order to sleep. But being short means that your legs can be stretched above the seatback and into the storage area with no problem and no-one the wiser, thanks to smoked windows.
And lastly - no matter how smart you feel about packing small, bring a damned sweatshirt. Summer in Northern PA =/ equal spring in VA.
And stop leaving your pillows behind.
Driving from the house, it was cloudy but clear. Once I was firmly committed to "the longest bridge/tunnel in the world", the heavens opened up and poured monsoon-style rains down on us. Obviously, some low-lying God didn't like that, because there immediately sprang up strong winds to blow the rain sideways across the road (it looked like a gully-washer flashflood) while *someone* grabbed a few clouds and brought them down to almost earth-level for a chat... educational, that's what that part of the trip was. I did not know that a bridge could disappear into a cloud as if it were trying to be a rainbow. Or that the roads would be dryer underwater than they were above ground. Coming down the bridge, I spotted a group of emergency flashers spanning both lanes - it turned out that a trucker and an SUV driver were using their fog lights to help four very wet motorcyclists see the road. Since visibility was down to about 20 feet and obscured by the blowing rain (does that get counted in 'visibility'?), everyone had slowed down to 30 mph. I was really glad those flashers were on. I didn't like the ones used in Philly's freeway nearly as well - by then the darkness and the rain had combined to create reflection-spots everywhere. The multitude of cars with flashers on simply acted to nearly blink the drivers behind them, who (usually) didn't spot the knee-deep flood areas until rooster-tails gave it away. Whooo! Driving was an adventure!
Our new Brother Schmooie can cook - real well. For both herbivores and carnivores. Yeah! Someone gave our Khan a penguin and she let me sit by it. It was very cute and trainable, too.
When all else fails for conversation in the wee hours, mentioning NCIS certainly can brighten a crowd. So can talking about "The Big Ad", but nearly as much as conversations about Abby, Ducky, And Gibbs.
The spontanious roar of "Wetsu" when I got to announce that instead of saying farewell to his comatose father, Magnus was currently chatting with him and making plans for a stay in an extended-care facility was heartwarming. I wish he could have heard the relief and celebration that the news sparked in his Brothers.
Stretch limos made out of a 56 Chevy are not only ugly, they are painful to behold.
"Chai Latte" had me staring stupidly at the coffee dispenser for a good five minutes. (Hey, it was 4:30am by then) What is 'chai not latte' - they leave the milk out? Ad guys, set a term and stick with it.
Backseats of SUVs are a horrible place to get a leg cramp when you think you've found just the right position to pretzel into in order to sleep. But being short means that your legs can be stretched above the seatback and into the storage area with no problem and no-one the wiser, thanks to smoked windows.
And lastly - no matter how smart you feel about packing small, bring a damned sweatshirt. Summer in Northern PA =/ equal spring in VA.
And stop leaving your pillows behind.
