trucks...
A couple of days ago we were sitting in the living room watching Brandon play Zelda on Wii when we heard a crash and a prolonged honk. We looked out the window. There appeared to be a truck, bigger than a normal semi, attempting to turn from a tiny arterial onto a residential street outside of our house. As the truck moved, it became apparant that it had taken down the big box that holds the walk/don't walk signals from the traffic light. The truck backed up, and tried again, almost taking out a different traffic signal box before giving up and continuing on the arterial.
After the truck had gone, all the traffic that had been backed up because of this attempt started moving... only the traffic lights were no longer working. Most people treated the intersection like a four way stop, but every once in a while some idiot would go barreling through the intersection as if no light meant that he had the right of way. As Hayley and I watched and morbidly hoped for a car accident, a neighbor wandered over and seeing us out on the porch started exclaiming that her power had been taken out. Apparently most of the houses around us had lost power. I ducked my head inside. No, Brandon was still playing Wii. Somehow we had been spared. It was pretty eerie, exciting, and hilarious all at once.
On an unrelated note, I really miss Seattle. Walking home from school would be much nicer if the plants were the same kind of plants. Residential streets look and feel entirely different here. People in Waltham don't have gardens out in front of their houses. Or at least I haven't seen any. I miss being able to walk to an area with water and benches. I miss having transportation. The worst of my homesickness seems to be passing, but that urge to just drop out or take a year off and just live in Seattle forever is still nagging at my head. I really like my classes, our house is pretty fantastic, and I'm starting to get a routine down, but... ugh. I hate my job. I need a new or different job because every time I work, I die a little bit more inside. Children are horrible little creatures. THEN I think I could be happy here...
After the truck had gone, all the traffic that had been backed up because of this attempt started moving... only the traffic lights were no longer working. Most people treated the intersection like a four way stop, but every once in a while some idiot would go barreling through the intersection as if no light meant that he had the right of way. As Hayley and I watched and morbidly hoped for a car accident, a neighbor wandered over and seeing us out on the porch started exclaiming that her power had been taken out. Apparently most of the houses around us had lost power. I ducked my head inside. No, Brandon was still playing Wii. Somehow we had been spared. It was pretty eerie, exciting, and hilarious all at once.
On an unrelated note, I really miss Seattle. Walking home from school would be much nicer if the plants were the same kind of plants. Residential streets look and feel entirely different here. People in Waltham don't have gardens out in front of their houses. Or at least I haven't seen any. I miss being able to walk to an area with water and benches. I miss having transportation. The worst of my homesickness seems to be passing, but that urge to just drop out or take a year off and just live in Seattle forever is still nagging at my head. I really like my classes, our house is pretty fantastic, and I'm starting to get a routine down, but... ugh. I hate my job. I need a new or different job because every time I work, I die a little bit more inside. Children are horrible little creatures. THEN I think I could be happy here...