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Or, y'know, not.

Thirteen and a half hours in Field, waiting for the ES crews to clear a mudslide and repair the track, not more than two miles east of Field.

Don't get me wrong, it was a pretty good trip otherwise. Took a hotshot 115 west, passed a sulphur train at Ozada and fairly flew over the Laggan. We ended up bringing 400 home, which wasn't quite as awesome, due to the fact that we were 7810 for length by the time we hit Alyth, which guaranteed a double putting it away.

And it wasn't a double, oh no. The TYC was a twit, so it ended up being a triple, and I gashed my leg on a handbrake. Joy. The worst part about that move was that she got back to us once we were tying down the third part, and let us know that there had in fact been a clear alley, one that would have easily fit the balance of the train. So Yeah. I was not impressed.

On the bright side, Fuzzy's back! ...Again! He was gone for a month this time, and I continue to be impressed at his mad survival skillz.


May. 23rd, 2009 09:33 pm
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Redesigned Ye Olde Blogge, as you may or may not have noticed. It is now predominately green-themed, in keeping with my mildly unsettling and probably (hopefully? We shall see!) temporary thing for the colour green.

Also did quite a bit of gardening today, which resulted in many, many more freckles for me, which is not a bad thing, and a rather pretty new look for the front flower garden. ...Which is also not a bad thing. I might have gotten a tiny sunburn, but I'll wait and see on that one.

The Big Trip was awesome, every part of it, and I fully intend on putting up selected pictures of the trip/taking pictures of the souvenirs I bought and that likely only I will find interesting. Pretty green skirt is pretty.

The dog is still a moron, but is a friendly moron, so we'll keep him around for now. Frank is like a little kid whenever he goes outside. He scrambles down the front steps and flails around in the grass, pretending to hunt. Fuzzy is back, and it's like he never left. He's decided to tolerate Frank, which apparently translates to happy play-fighting, and then teaming up with Frank to come and sleep on my bed, thus immobilizing my legs in the morning. He'd like to be mutually ignoring the dog, but the dog hasn't figured out the ignoring part yet. Broom tries to play, and winds up getting a swat on the nose. Most amusing.

Still haven't been called back yet, and I may end up getting another job in the meantime. ...Really not something I'm looking forward to, as I've been spoiled by the railroad.

"Whaddya mean, I can't wear my coveralls or my boots? And...you're *not* going to call me when you need me, I have to follow a schedule? What kind of job is this, anyway?"

Ah well. I'll live. Somehow.


Mar. 10th, 2007 06:38 pm
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Dammit. I hate being pessimistic, and I really hate to sound like I'm whining, but... I'm pretty sure my cat is dead. He's been gone for over a week now, and the last time I saw him, he was pretty beaten up. Granted, he's been gone this long before, but I just have a bad feeling this time. Sure, he might be staying with his other family, (the one we're pretty sure he keeps on the side), but somehow I don't think so. Argh.

EDIT: Never mind, he's back! It's not often I feel so good about being wrong. And he's healthy, and happy to see us, and...I'm glad he's okay.

In other news, and so I actually have a point to this post...

Spoiler-y stuff about Naruto... )
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Christmas trees, cats, and Miles... )


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