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Sunday, September 9th, 2001 12:16 pm
I've spent this morning doing a little bit of beadwork, a little bit of description-writing, a little bit of hanging out...dabbling, and enjoying it.

I decided to do a bit of grocery shopping. (I wait to get lettuce for my week's sandwiches till Sunday usually anyway; we ran out of both bagels and cream cheese when I ate the last this morning; etc). It's been nice lately, and I didn't have much to get, so I walked.

Bad idea. It's a bloody oven out there now. But I'm home, and I have groceries.

Saw a couple of ambulances on the walk back. Maybe the same one, don't know. One got onto 217 as I was waiting to cross 99W. The other came down Hall as I was walking along it, from 99W, sirens going full blare. I stopped in the shade of the tree the house next to the 7-11 store has, and waited, because the shopping center was open and it was possible (not probable, but certainly not absurd) that that might be where the ambulance was going. I didn't want to be in the driveway, if so, and frankly, I'd rather wait in the shade.

So I watched the ambulance turn onto Hall, and go past (and past even Main, around the curve and out of sight). Of course, I didn't watch it when it was right next to me. I had my head turned aside and my hand on my ear. Damn those sirens are loud.

I'd say I'm surprised there aren't more hearing loss problems in that industry, but in fact, I'm not: there are a lot of them, actually, which is exactly what I'd expect if you were sitting under that thing whenever it went off until it stopped again....

And then I came home and got out the ice pack for my "carry anywhere" lunchbox. Applied it to myself after kicking the A/C on and am much happier now.