Tuesday, November 26, 2002 :::
Part of standard procedure for bouncing oneself off a tree is to be asked questions to which one is presumed to have known the answer. Hence, "Where are you?""I don't know" seemed like a bad response, but I didn't drive there, and didn't really know the name of the place, except that it was "El Dorado" with one of the syllables missing. "Colorado," I told them. "West of Boulder, somewhere."
"What's today's date?" Tell me, does anyone wander around with this in mind? "November something. It's two days before Thanksgiving." That seemed to satisfy them.
Incidentally, I think now that I acquired any facial bruising on the trip to the ground immediately preceding the one that was mediated by the tree. I'm curious as to the source of my current headache; it could have been that previous spill (in which I acquired a swollen lip) or just having my head whipped back and forth later. I don't know, but I'm going to try ice skating tomorrow. Steve, you get my stuff if I don't come back.
::: posted by dWj at 9:42 PM