Wednesday, May 09, 2007
now that it’s warm Hugsband and I have been riding our bikes and playing catch quite a bit. I realized something about our respective bike riding styles. Hugsband tends to go rather slowly, taking in the scenery. when he comes to a big hill, he shifts to a lower gear and goes even more slowly. I ride as fast as I can without scaring myself. when I come to a big hill, I ride really fast and try to get up it without breaking my stride and end up wearing myself out.
it's like a metaphor for our personalities.
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last night we walked to the atm. as we approached, I noticed that a man was standing right up against it, a bottle of old style and his keys were propped on a nearby ledge. I assumed he was drunk, then I realized that the man had a tremor and was not otherwise moving. Hugsband told him that we were calling for help and then I ran in to a restaurant and asked them to call 9-1-1. then the annoying part started.
every yokel in the nearby bars came out on the sidewalk to put in their 2-cents about how to handle an apparent seizure. one drunken young woman was particularly obnoxious. she waved her cigarette around and shouted out things like "put something in his mouth so he doesn't swallow his tongue" and "everybody move back and give him space". the latter appeared to be directed at the 3 adults who were, by this point, holding the man in a patio chair so that he did not fall to the ground and sustain a head injury.
there was also a suspicious pony-tailed man who referred to the atm guy as "Ed" and asked where Ed’s truck keys were located. then, minutes later, the same man acted as if he did not know the Ed’s name. I tried to tell a police officer, who arrived a couple of minutes later, that the pony-tailed guy was acting suspicious, but Hugsband told me that the police don’t need me to tell them who’s suspicious. (they might, though.)
the paramedics eventually arrived and took him away, and we never found out what was going on. the whole thing lasted about 10 minutes, so I doubt it was a seizure?
it's like a metaphor for our personalities.
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last night we walked to the atm. as we approached, I noticed that a man was standing right up against it, a bottle of old style and his keys were propped on a nearby ledge. I assumed he was drunk, then I realized that the man had a tremor and was not otherwise moving. Hugsband told him that we were calling for help and then I ran in to a restaurant and asked them to call 9-1-1. then the annoying part started.
every yokel in the nearby bars came out on the sidewalk to put in their 2-cents about how to handle an apparent seizure. one drunken young woman was particularly obnoxious. she waved her cigarette around and shouted out things like "put something in his mouth so he doesn't swallow his tongue" and "everybody move back and give him space". the latter appeared to be directed at the 3 adults who were, by this point, holding the man in a patio chair so that he did not fall to the ground and sustain a head injury.
there was also a suspicious pony-tailed man who referred to the atm guy as "Ed" and asked where Ed’s truck keys were located. then, minutes later, the same man acted as if he did not know the Ed’s name. I tried to tell a police officer, who arrived a couple of minutes later, that the pony-tailed guy was acting suspicious, but Hugsband told me that the police don’t need me to tell them who’s suspicious. (they might, though.)
the paramedics eventually arrived and took him away, and we never found out what was going on. the whole thing lasted about 10 minutes, so I doubt it was a seizure?
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Chill out, dude. She's like, busy and stuff. She has work to do, moves to plan and a Hugsband to feed.
Wait, I forgot Hugsband can cook. Scratch that last one.
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Wait, I forgot Hugsband can cook. Scratch that last one.
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