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2003-07-21 - 10:58 a.m. They are taking up the living room floor. It breaks my heart. BF's beautiful floor, less than a year old. But it must have collected a lot of water under there because it really smells musty. Sigh. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon to get a new windshield for the van. With that and a brake tag, it should be legal to drive. My neck hurts. I don't know what to think. I hope it is just paranoia and that it will go away if suitably ignored. Especially as I have no way to get to the doctor right now. I would feel stupid if I called an ambulance and it was my imagination. I didn't mention the sad part when BF's car died. As the waters rose over the electronics, it set off a panic switch, and it began to cry for help. Unfortunately, there was no way to get to it and no place to take it to higher ground if we'd been able to swim over to it, so all we could do was watch it die. It almost seemed like it knew what was happening. The tire place is searching for the records of when I last got a set of new 60,000 mile tires for the station wagon. I think it was on Sept. 11, 2001, because that's how I found out. I went in the tire store to place my order, and the TV was on, and everyone was watching the attack. I have a bad feeling that the records may have gotten lost in all the confusion of the day. Unfortunately, with my office destroyed, and papers randomly stacked everywhere, I don't have much chance of finding my own copy of the paperwork. Sigh. Well, there's always someone with worse luck. A Mandeville man was actually killed on 9-11 at the World Trade Center. Not to mention all the other people who were killed. And I don't see any great round-up of the higher-ups involved in the planning or funding. Where is Osama? Where is Mullah Omar? Sometimes I definitely see the attraction in the Gnostic worldview. Especially the concept that the original creation has fallen under the spell of an evil or forgetful or screwed-up god. I am not an expert on the Gnostic gospels or anything like that. Just the Philip K. Dick version. But sometimes it seems to make an awful lot of sense. around 6 P.M. I found Cookie's long-lost pet rock. I couldn't believe my eyes. That thing has been missing for donkey's years. I was sure I'd accidentally thrown it away. I wonder if he recognized it. He grabbed it right away and started playing with it. I received my 3x5 cards and my Rare Bird Report reporting form. I filled out my first ever 3x5 card on the early Wilson's Phalarope juvenile and the Rare Bird Report on the Gray Kingbirds. A lot of people have seen the Gray Kingbirds, and I believe I heard a rumor about videotape, so the Gray Kingbird record should be accepted without much controversy. They say that it may be possible to revive BF's drowned car. It wasn't like he was driving through flood water. The water just rose all around the parked car. If it is possible to save the engine and the transmission, then they can change the computer and the carpets and I guess the exhaust system and see if it's still reliable enough to be used on those long road trips. Time will tell. No word yet from the insurance company concerning the fate of my poor car. Oh yeah, and BF got the toll tag back.
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