Tugboat Man Update…
Day 19: That’s how long my tugboat man’s been gone. He’s been out of cell phone range for more than a week which means I haven’t heard his voice, but the satellite email works, so I’ve been sending him all the news about Boston and the earthquake in China and the avalanche in Colorado, along with a daily surf check to let him know what he’s missing — including me, of course.
It was a weird day to be out and about. Here’s what I’m talking about:
My neighbor is driving me cray cray with his second childhood. OK, it’s getting warm enough here in SoCal for shorts and flipflops and stuff, but I wasn’t mentally prepared for the shorts-only look that greeted me when I stepped out my front door. Picture a sixty-something slightly overweight man wearing ONLY a pair of delightfullly low slung shorts bending over his hot rod. I’m not talking plumber’s crack here, I’m talking the whole damn Grand Canyon. His wife must have been absent ‘cos all weekend long he had his male friends over and they were playing with their stupid cars, revving them up, moving them around, screeching up and down the street like teenagers. If this is the buttcrack of male menopause, my tugboat man better watch it. I won’t put up with any of that shizz, I can promise you that.
I had a few errands to run which is really just a roundabout way of saying I wanted to go shopping at my fave secret consignment shop where I’ve previously come away with the treasure of a vintage Valentino. I’m kinda sorta looking for a new outfit to wear out to lunch on Wednesday with a few ladies from Generation Fabulous so I tried on a bunch of clothes –nothing, nada, yuck. I guess it wasn’t in the stars today. I just HATE when I come home with nothing. My life has no meaning. Only kidding.
Is is ‘cos it’s Monday? Is it ‘cos the sun is out? Who knows what the reason is, but drivers were absolutely horrible today. Texting, on the phone, making turns with barely one free hand, speeding, cutting me off, tailgating, straddling two lanes, running stop signs, almost running over a pedestrian — geez, it’s the Wild Wild West out here, y’all. You’re taking your life in your hands if you’re on a bicycle, too. I drove along Carlsbad Blvd. observing several close calls with cars and bicyclists in the BIKE LANE. Who needs helmets? You need full-on body armor around here if you ride a bicycle. Check out the articles below — it’s dangerous.
And then I came across the crazy car, which is Reason #4 that I should have stayed home.
This car is always parked in a different location in and around Carlsbad but I never see anyone with it or in it. The messages are never the same but this is the first time I’ve noticed a website: thatgreencar.com Tell me what you think. It’s a WordPress blog! I’m still shaking my head. This is one of the comments: “`Who are you? What are you on? What dream world, 5th dement-tion are you from??? You are reeedicalous!”
How was your Monday? Was it manic?
- Carlsbad cyclist killed in hit-from-behind collision (bikinginla.wordpress.com)
- Carlsbad: Bicyclist struck and killed by vehicle (swrnn.com)
- Monday Morning Commute – Schedule is uncertain (thewashcycle.com)
- Bicyclist Struck and Killed by Vehicle in Carlsbad (sandiego6.com)