Stardate June 13, 2001. The night of this. Tony and I are involved in a basketball game. It's about midnight or so, maybe a bit later. Don't remember exactly. I was walking backwards to catch a ball and as I do so, my right ankle bends to the side for a quick second. I could have sworn it may have touched the pavement on Sara's driveway. I was wearing a pair of mini-platforms so it was quite a drop. I say ouch. Tony asks me if I'm okay and I explain that I thought I just made my ankle touch the ground without my helping it by sitting down. We go back to playing. I don't feel the pain for about a week. I don't see the swelling or feel the tightness for about a week and a half. One night and now I may be facing the inability to drive myself. Stupid one on one.I got my tires replaced on my car today. I have to say, it's nice to drive over bumps without having to worry about how far out the ass of my car is flying. Quite nice. New tires. And finally a replacement for my missing hubcap last seen four months ago.
Speaking of missing things, some jackass pulled out into the middle of the road today as I was driving home from work. In case I never told you, this county is crawling with the Hasidum during the summer. Heavily populated, Hasidic Jewish summer camps are a staple of Sullivan County. And one of their visitors to the area this season decided to pull halfway out and let me skid to just about half a foot away from the side of his brand new, 2001 Toyota Camry (whose color matched my 11 year old 1990 Camry wagon of the same exact color). It was like Old and better meets New and sparky. He's lucky my breaks were good or else I would've smacked right into him and he would've been pissed and thinking that it was my fault. This is the problem when the population of this county becomes primarily city people. After a nice Spring full of peaceful roads where maybe you hit a deer and that's the extent of the drama, you're now on the road alongside drivers who figure that country roads are less dangerous than traffic-jammed roads of New York City. They forget to calculate deer. They forget that just because it's stereotypically calmer here in the suburbs that it doesn't mean we let the driving rules go to hell. They get careless with their driving and their new cars. The only way I've come up with this conclusion is combining my first hand knowledge of this very thing over the last 14 years with my belief that if they drove this way in their home town of NYC, that they'd be dead in a heartbeat by some driver who is as agressive but more willing to express that agression in their driving than I am. Which explains why I refrained from giving this guy the finger. But I assure you, I was doing it in my head and laughing all the way. One time while driving home last summer through town, a man stopped in the middle of the road to talk to his friend. Wouldn't have pissed me off if they hadn't both been driving opposite ways and then gotten pissed when people were honking to interrupt their reunion of sorts. I try to be as open as possible and I rarely hold onto prejudices because they're fucking stupid and ignorant. But the Hasidum that stays in this town annoys the shit out of me. *End Rant*
And, hey. I'm going to be out of town this weekend for orientation. I'll be leaving early Saturday morning and won't return until Monday. I'm thinking that I'll be incapable of adding entries until Tuesday. I remember those entries that Mike and Lisa put in here while I was in Toronto. Though they were nice, I remember Mike being unsure about what to write.
So, you wanna write something to/about/for me that you can put in here while I'm gone? Email me and tell me if and what you'd wanna write about.
Later people. Time to get some ice for me foot.
