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Nov. 16th, 2012 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI'm not sure how much more of this week I could stand, if there were any more of it. Fortunately there isn't.
On top of the fenderbender, on Wednesday night I had to call 911 for a guy at the 66 bus stop. He was so high on something that he couldn't distinguish staggering around in the street (and bouncing off the side of a car) from staggering around on the sidewalk (and bouncing off a store window), and that was after he finished throwing up extensively. I decided he needed some help, whether he wanted it or not. He didn't want any help, but two paramedics and two cops finally did get him into an ambulance, so I hope he got some help anyway.
Yesterday I was absolutely shocked when I got home and nothing unsettling or surreal had happened yet. Zipcar decided I don't owe them any money because I didn't damage their car enough to need repair, and reinstated my account. The other guy's insurance company has six months to decide if I owe them any money. That seems like a long time to me, but I'm not going to spend all my spare time until May worrying about it. Mind you, I'm not driving home for Thanksgiving either.
Now that I don't owe anybody $750 before Thanksgiving, I'm back to paying to sing in the studio recital. This is an informal one where the students just sing for each other, as opposed to a formal one where everybody's relatives show up. (Which reminds me, I should get my suit dry-cleaned.) After having sung solo in public in front of everybody's relatives last April, I should be able to sing in front of my fellow students. I just wish I hadn't come back around to German art songs again, since that's what I did last time.
This weekend: fairly massive grocery shopping, and (at least tomorrow) massive avoidance of Harvard Square and environs. The Harvard-Yale game is at Harvard this year, so the entire area is going to be a serious pain in the neck to deal with. At least I knew about that before I got embroiled in it, unlike the Allston-Brighton Day parade every blasted year...
On top of the fenderbender, on Wednesday night I had to call 911 for a guy at the 66 bus stop. He was so high on something that he couldn't distinguish staggering around in the street (and bouncing off the side of a car) from staggering around on the sidewalk (and bouncing off a store window), and that was after he finished throwing up extensively. I decided he needed some help, whether he wanted it or not. He didn't want any help, but two paramedics and two cops finally did get him into an ambulance, so I hope he got some help anyway.
Yesterday I was absolutely shocked when I got home and nothing unsettling or surreal had happened yet. Zipcar decided I don't owe them any money because I didn't damage their car enough to need repair, and reinstated my account. The other guy's insurance company has six months to decide if I owe them any money. That seems like a long time to me, but I'm not going to spend all my spare time until May worrying about it. Mind you, I'm not driving home for Thanksgiving either.
Now that I don't owe anybody $750 before Thanksgiving, I'm back to paying to sing in the studio recital. This is an informal one where the students just sing for each other, as opposed to a formal one where everybody's relatives show up. (Which reminds me, I should get my suit dry-cleaned.) After having sung solo in public in front of everybody's relatives last April, I should be able to sing in front of my fellow students. I just wish I hadn't come back around to German art songs again, since that's what I did last time.
This weekend: fairly massive grocery shopping, and (at least tomorrow) massive avoidance of Harvard Square and environs. The Harvard-Yale game is at Harvard this year, so the entire area is going to be a serious pain in the neck to deal with. At least I knew about that before I got embroiled in it, unlike the Allston-Brighton Day parade every blasted year...
