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I’m hoping it’s the cable company--I’ve seen them out working in this general area. Not only can I not get onto the internet (although the little icon says I’m connected at 100mbs) but half the channels have disappeared from the TV. I can get several in the 70s and 99, and the first 23, but that’s it. Channel 24 is lousy reception, and then it’s just the blue screen until 77.
Today was not a good day. It rained today—seriously. I looked out the window a bit after noon and the street was a river. I called YD and asked her to check the weather radar, then I figured it was time to head home. Nothing like wading through knee-deep water on the way to my car—on terrain which is very “lumpy.” I used my cane to feel out what I might be stepping on or into (tree roots, holes in the road, the curb, etc.) and made it to my car. I was wet to the knees. I got in the car and saw a puddle on the floor by the passenger seat. (The car was somewhat tilted toward the curb.) I crossed fingers and the car started right up. I moved out slowly, and found I still had brakes. The car ran just fine. Tomorrow I’ll pull out the carpets and let them dry. I was about halfway home on the stretch of interstate through the national swamp (which was almost demolished by Katrina) when the road became a parking lot. Eventually a couple of NOPD cops whoop-whooped their way down the emergency lane by the neutral ground. Another long wait, then there was an ambulance. Yet another wait (and by this time I’d simply shut the car off. Why waste gas?) and then a two truck lumbered by. No signs of a returning ambulance, but the traffic finally started moving. Based on the appearance of the car (bashed in on the driver’s side, a bunch of metal torn off, air bag deployed, etc.) I suspect that the ambulance had no reason to rush to a hospital. (The torn metal may have been jaws of life.) I didn’t see any other vehicle, but then I wasn’t looking around that much because traffic was finally moving, albeit in only one lane to get by the wreck. So major job for the weekend is getting the inside of my car dried out. And that means rearranging the “storage” aspect of the back seat. Thank goodness it didn’t get wet on the back deck—I’ve got a bunch of newspapers there waiting to e dumped. Just a typical spring day. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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