Hope it don't fall into the sea...Part II

I woke to the sounds of helicopters and opened the blinds to see 10-story cranes coming from...the ocean? Apparently these oceanfront apartments just got a little more oceanfront.


And here I thought the rent was cheap because they only came with half-refrigerators and hot plates. So glad I care about having a stove!?

I was talking to Deb and Jerry on speakerphone about food storage, and Dad says, "We're just counting on you getting swallowed up by the ocean if anything happens." As the newspaper article says, "When it's time to go, you go."

See for yourself: www.ktvu.com/news/21993281/detail.html

Crosswalk

I made the mistake of wearing heels for 12 hours straight yesterday, and my legs are so tired today! As I started my trek to the train station, I was complaining in my head about the cold, the questionable characters, the smells, my tired legs, and just wishing I was home already.

In the space of a crosswalk, I passed an older woman running across the street to catch her transfer, a woman with no legs in an electric wheelchair, a young woman pushing her way across the crosswalk in a wheelchair, and a young mother holding a baby in one arm, holding the hand of a young toddler, and then calling after her young son to stay with her.

Boy, did I learn my lesson.

I've got a riddle for you...

An interesting conversation was had by my bus driver and an older gentleman in the middle of the bus wearing a Santa cap and carrying a rolling file box with a label reading "The Magic Man." The ride consisted of several "riddles," where the bus driver would essentially make up a mathematical story problem over the intercom. No one really got into it all that much, but that might have been because The Magic Man was giving each problem some serious thought. Here's how one of the "riddles" played out...

BD: How many days until Christmas?

TMM: That's a tough one.

BD: I'll give an all-night free transfer pass to the first person who can tell me how many days til Christmas.

TMM: I know it isn't 14, 'cause that would be 28. And it can't be 15, 'cause that would put you all the way into 205. (Yep. Two Hundred Five.)

Thankfully, The Magic Man finally got his free transfer pass, because if a horse starts out with 20 apples in his bucket, eats 10 for dinner, 6 for breakfast, and 4 for lunch, he ends up with no apples.

I guess I'll take a happy bus driver over a grumpy one any day, but I am still very curious about what was in that file box.

The Spoken Word

Back in October, I lost my camera. In November, my camera was stolen. Being robbed is a very disconcerting feeling, among many other disconcerting feelings I've experienced this month: a pay cut, almost drowning, losing love, an emergency room visit involving a speculum. Enough said. It's been a hard month. All this to say: no pictures=no blog?