A bus fell off the Aurora Bridge Friday afternoon about 3 PM.a second and a half later and a chance turn of the wheel to the other side, and it would have landed atop the building in which i work.
I was almost at work Friday.
As I've mentioned before, i have a love/hate relationship with this bridge. Not the least part of that was the knowledge that a relatively fragile guardrail is all that stands between the cars on the bridge and the 40-170 foot drop to the streets and the water below.
The enormity of the tragedy is just....overwhelming. Someone stands up and shoots a bus driver, driver loses control of the bus, and all of our worst fears come true. It's one of those bizarre things that just happens, the random violence that is the price for living in this world.
I'm still shaking. It's not a bus I would have been on, but I very well might have been underneath. I generally go up to the library about three when i'm working and nobody else is around.
It could have been me.
Happy thoughts:Thanksgiving was lovely. I was over at Storm and Laura's house, and we ate till we were exhausted and then played a board game. I can't remember the name of the game, but it was sort of like space Monopoly.
On Friday, instead of being where a bus could fall on my head, i cooked. Oh, how i cooked! I made fresh wheat bread, a couple of loaves of banana bread, and chicken stock, which got turned into chicken soup saturday. I found out that home-baked bread is a lot of work, but it's worth it, and kneading dough is one heck of a lot of fun.
I also cleaned, and moved a bunch of furniture around. The desk had to wait until some friends came over to help me move it, but I did manage to get the bookcase upstairs all by myself. The aforementioned friends came over, bringing with them a futon i'll have for a while. The upstairs of the house is now cozy as all get out--bookcases, fishtanks, places to sit. It really satisfies my nesting urges.
I think every weekend should be a four-day weekend. or else, we should get a four-day weekend once a month. It was so nice to have four days of nowhere-to-be. I took walks, caught totally up on my reading, made sketches for projects I'm doing, and played with the cats.
I'm actually pretty happy about the computer being back in the media room. I didn't expect to be, but it's just so comfortable to have it in there. There was a decent-sized stretch of wall without anything against it, and now there's a desk with a computer on it next to the fish tank.
Still feeling a trifle unsettled, but that should pass.Mom called last week and asked me if I wanted to go have a manicure and pedicure when i was in California for Christmas. I believe my answer was "Hell yes!"
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It was right to act back then, in summer, as if I were living/a love story that would be simple...no one ever touches himself in public, Our Lord,/because we've all rubbed off on one another so much we're invisible.—Sycamore Mall, Jane Miller
book: Memory at These Speeds, Jane Miller
outside: 45 and grey (forecast for the next 3 months)
doing: not eating dairy products
link: La Niña and the Pacific Northwest
dream: I dreamed I gave birth to a school of baby fish, which turned on one another once they were transferred to an aquarium.