'Out Of Gas'
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When I lived in Monterey, we lived on a hill and would often get fog that would blow over in little clouds and puffs before settling on us. It was so cool!
Man, I really loved living in California - sea lions and sea otters every morning, the awesome trees along the beach walk, amazing farmer's market right there.
Too bad it was so damn expensive!!
The DH is off at a track day with a lot of automotive journalists. He was in a car on the track yesterday with a guy who said "I see you have to work with Aaron." DH opined he considered Aaron a friend and it was "get to" rather than "have to." The guy then said "Yeah, but you have to get past the whole 50 years of oppression thing, you know?" The DH said he DIDN'T know and asked for more explanation. If the guy had any sense at this point, he would have stopped talking, but he didn't. Dude then said "You know how they are, with the whole 'My people were in the Holocaust' excuse for everything." The DH responded with "Shut the fuck up right now." They then proceeded to drive the entire course in silence.
Rampant anti-semitism--I was shocked by this. I don't why it is, but I expect writers of all people, to be more open-minded.
My favorite fog memory is from when I was working at Mt. Diablo State Park. There's a gift shop at the summit and I was stationed up there one day when the fog rolled in so thick I couldn't see 10 feet across the parking lot, just white everywhere. The rest of the world may as well have ceased to exist. Fantastic.
Not so much fun when it was time to drive home, but a ranger led me down to the gates and we certainly didn't have to worry about other traffic.
OMG! One of the corporate mucky mucks, who I have been trying to connect with, will be here the few days before Thanksgiving. He wants to meet with me. To talk about integrating me into his group!
Deep breath. OMG. PLEASE, please, please, please let this work into something good.
My favorite fog memory was when my mom, sister, and I were out in Maine back in 1982, and we decided to head over to Quaddy Head State Park (the easternmost point of the US), just to say we'd been there. Well, it was an exceedingly foggy day, so there was no one at the park and we had the beach to ourselves. We strolled along it, not able to see clearly ten feet past our noses, and it was the most evocative, spooky-yet-cool place I've ever seen (or not seen). There was an outcropping of rock not too far out in the ocean that apparently had seals/sea lions on it, because we could hear them barking and could see the vague outline of rock, but couldn't see them at all.
Good luck, Suzi!
I'm always surprised when I run into such blatant crap, Robin. WTF is wrong with people?
That sounds really cool, Kathy.
Robin, your DH rocks like a rocking thing in rock sauce.
Robin, your DH rocks like a rocking thing in rock sauce.
This. SO insane. I don't understand people. Really.
Suzi, that's wonderful news! I hope something wonderful comes of it!
Dude then said "You know how they are, with the whole 'My people were in the Holocaust' excuse for everything."
I don't suppose we could create a camp for people like this.