This pedestrian rage thing is about to get me killed. I was off to see a Libra about her chart for a quick reading, and I was crossing Congress Avenue, with the light. The little sign flashes “walk” and I started to cross the street, keeping a very wary eye on two females in a white Suburban Assault Vehicle, one of those monster off road trucks which might never see any thing more than a little pea gravel in the street. In my informal poll, those are the vehicles are voted most likely to mow down a pedestrian, “What was that bump?”
“Don’t they need to fix these streets?” And with that conversation rolling through my brain, I stepped off the curb, took about two steps, looked up and almost got flattened by a city bus. The light wasn’t green. It wasn’t yellow. It wasn’t “pink.” It was red, and had been for several seconds. I can threaten to damage a passenger vehicle, but you know, against a city bus, I’m pretty much outclassed.
The final chore for the day is to bang this dent out of the new hard drive — I figure just the right hit with a big hammer will cure the dent I put in the drive yesterday during my “in trailer” installation. There was the most beautiful Moon/Mars conjunction last night, coming out of the trailer, looking up as the moon was rising, and there, in all his angry red glory was Mars, right next to the moon.
