I was on my way to work on 9/11. I was listening to NPR, and just before I went under an overpass, the preliminary news of the first tower was reported. I lost reception going under the overpass, and as I emerged, and reception returned, I saw a huge column of smoke from the direction of the Pentagon. It took a while for that to be confirmed on the radio, but I knew what had happened. I went to work as usual, and stayed the full time, but I'm not sure how much got done.

I can't ride a bicycle, never have done ... and neither can my partner.

On 9-11 I was sleeping, and would have slept through the whole thing if I hadn't gotten a phone call when the first tower was hit. Foxnews went on and didn't get turned off until I headed for work around 1500 or so. The TV was on at work, but we didn't pay much attention to it.

I was trying to figure out what the CISM response would be and if I would go ... (my employer put the kibosh on that one. I wasn't allowed the time off).

I live next to a small civilian airport. It was a little strange to have nothing flying. I don't even remember the medevac choppers in the air for those couple days.

I can walk through all the doorways in our house without stooping. But I can bump my head on all the doorframe lintels by rising onto the balls of my feet.

That's interesting achitecture Big V.





Chocolate isn't my favorite thing to eat.

Ouch. the whole thing sounds painful. I want you to buy one of those weed flamers, k? You can pretty much singe them while standing straight up. I admire your determination, if you weren't so crippled over this I'd invite you to visit and duke it out with my weeds.
:D

I gave up on the Tylenol and took a Vicodin last night. Whee, that's more like it :3eye:

Flame thrower sounds like a plan, except these weeds are in the bed which stretches around my unit and they are firmly entrenched under the azaleas, ferns, and sego palms and spilling out of all the pots on my large patio. Mostly oxalis, you know the little buggers? You have to dig them out with your fingernails. Practically a solid mat of their tendrils because I was fading fast last year and the doctors at UCSD told me to stay in doors all winter so that I would not get pneumonia or the flu and complicate the operation. Afterwards, I could breathe just great but my back was destroyed by spending 2 months sitting up in bed. Everything outside grew out of control and now I am dealing with it. Imagine the joke about "bend over and grab your ankles"? That's kinda what it looks like as I hop around grubbing in the dirt. I also had to be careful not to turn my rear end out toward the Common Area :blush:

I am sending you every good wish for your speedy recovery Tonchi.

Normal architecture, interesting anatomy.

compass? map?:confused:

wrt this post

I think it is becoming clearer. Two entirely unrelated ideas.

re: architecture and anatomy, are you telling us that you have big balls on your feet? Of your feet? or just long feet?

Of is it that your feet are made of chocolate?

Of is it that your feet are made of chocolate?

That could get slippery in the summer !

ewww...but yumm....toe fudge? i'm torn

@big v,

Your house architecture is interesting. = A comment to your post.Plus I posted right underneath it.Some people have short memories I guess. :footpyth:

Something about me = I don't favor chocolate. 'spose to infer that from the big heaping space between sentances.


I don't know where you guys got the chocolate feet thing unless you're just being kinky.
Or I am being kinky. :yum: