These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty

I got hit by another car in another crosswalk on Wednesday evening. Same deal - I am okay. This time, though, the guy was back in his car and GONE by the time I had collected myself enough to get off the street. He had plenty of time to tell me that I "came out of nowhere", though. Y'all, I was halfway through the crosswalk when he rolled up and through the stop sign. Ugh. Pain mostly in right shoulder and knee, though generalized body aches as well, of course.

I feel like ... once is bad. Twice seems like maybe I'm in one of those Final Destination movies and my time is about up. Is that fatalist? Perhaps, but I can't help but think it anyway. I'd rather not go out that way, so please send any spare health and safety vibes my way.

In other news, in November I got a card that I thought was just regular jury duty. NOPE. Grand jury summons. Sigh. I have orientation on Tuesday which will tell me whether or not holiday travel is in the cards for me this year.

How do people justify to themselves saying things like, "The death rate isn't bad enough for shutting down everything." or "The people dying are already compromised, frail or sick."?

Like, what IS the magic ratio for them? And the value of a life is not based on the person's age or health, and dismissing the danger as only impacting people who are sick is just gross.

Ironically, both things came from someone who is a devout Catholic, the "every sperm is sacred" religion. Apparently life is only precious if its still in the womb? I don't know. Gross.

I had to just walk away. Couldn't even point out the death rate would likely be very much higher if we had let it just run rampant, didn't have the energy to combat her. Am I tired of not being able to simply stroll into Home Depot for my needed spring gardening stuff? Sure, but it's not the end of the world.

Also, I am for a slow reopen, but I simply don't trust people to be reasonable. As demonstrated by people claiming their civil liberties are being infringed on by the government because they're being asked to stay home most of the time.

I took another tumble walking Walter tonight - I had just glanced toward the sunset and missed seeing a slight raised portion on the sidewalk due to the spots dancing in my vision. Literal face plant, scraping the knuckles on my right hand this time, skinning a knee and banging my chin hard. Chin developing a bruise. One of these times I'm going to snap a bone. :(

Now, I already know W will just keep on going, showing no concern. But half a block up, a man was walking. He HAD to have seen me fall. Do you think he came over to see if I was okay?

No. No, he did not.

Walked to a local nursery to check out some fruit trees. I still have to figure out when and how to plant, but I wanted to see what they had. I can get a variety of apple, peach, pear, prune and cherries. Just have to figure out what. I doubt peaches would work, thinking cherry and apple. But first, I still have to keep working on ridding they yard of the invasive weeds. :/

On the way back, I stopped to chat with a guy who had two horses I could see and wanted to take a look at. Disturbed him a bit, but he was cool about it. As I started walking back, a truck swerved to the shoulder where I was walking and I thought, "Oh great, what's this?" LOL, it was a friend, who pulled over to say hi and offer a ride. I'm too cynical, maybe because I took a shortcut through a small path down the hill where transients sometimes camp out. In the middle of the path and all alongside: trash. :( I've also been finding a lot of refuse in my driveway. This morning, a plastic grocery bag was in my hydrangea. It's the punk kids who rent a couple of houses directly across from me - people in and out at all hours, sketchy activity. Sigh. It's not improving, and if I could I might actually consider selling and finding another place. But I love my house, and I shouldn't have to move because of lousy neighbors.

I am finding myself getting angry at people. Just humans in general. On the way to work, I drive past bucolic countryside, usually seeing a small herd of elk, maybe a deer or two, some eagles. Well, last week, heavy equipment started appearing in one of the largest fields where the elk usually graze. A developer intends to take both fields on either side of the road, plow it all under and put in cheap-ass fourplexes and sixplexes like he has done with every other develop-worthy land behind our offices. Today while in a meeting, the ravine behind our office started being torn down.

I need to move to the Northwest Territories. I've heard Yellowknife is lovely.

"Progress" can't be stopped. I know that. Look at history and the fact that no one ever learns from it, but honestly, what is wrong with leaving a teeny corner of land for the many, many species which were here before us and which aren't systematically destroying the earth the way the "advanced" human species is?

Pah!

Okay, I know living where I live that I must be prepared to get wet at any time. Usually, I don't mind this. I really don't. There are days, though, when I have lots of things to do, errands to run, and I just don't want to go out there and get soggy and cold.

Today is just such a day. Ugh.

I'm blaming the idiot who came and pounded on my door just before 8:00 AM. On a Saturday? It's practically a crime punishable by jail time, as far as I'm concerned. Especially when said idiot was, of course, looking for my neighbor. (No one I know would pound on my door so early.)

;)

We've got a new person in the training group. She's a gum smacker. Like, the woman is lucky I have been headachey all day, or I might have leapt across the table and slapped the back of her head until she either swallowed or spit out that damned gum.

Another woman's feet smell awful.

The final one eats crunchy things all day.


I'd wish for training to be over already, but then I have to actually do the job and I'm starting to feel unqualified again. EEEEEP.