Holy shit, M and I were just out taking a walk when we saw what looked like a plane on fire! But we couldn't tell for sure, and we lost sight of it behind a house for a minute, and when we saw it again it looked like whatever was on fire had been jettisoned. And then the fire went out, and we didn't see or hear any kind of crash, so... I have no idea what it was! This was about 45 minutes ago, and none of the local news channels have anything about it on their websites, so I'm at a loss, and am now choosing to believe that it wasn't a plane after all, if only because I'm not sure I can handle the thought of having witnessed a plane going down in flames. But whatever it was, it was really bizarre and scary.
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Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Crap, I need more stain. And I don't feel like going out again tonight. Enough for a first coat, but a couple of places need a little extra.
Porch light is re-glassed and hung. It's pretty!
Swim was crap, but I didn't have to stop.
Now I'm going to give myself a manicure, then go let the dogs out down the street.
Yikes, Kate! I vote UFO.
Whoa, Kate! That's really scary. I hope it wasn't a plane.
Me too, amyth. (I like Jesse's UFO idea.) It was just horrifying at first, when I was sure it was a plane, and then the more we watched, the more confused I was. M thought he saw whatever it was fly away after the flames went out, so I'm hoping that's true.
There is a military base about an hour north of us, so... maybe it came from there, and was some kind of drill or something? IDK. So bizarre.
Also, re: your earlier post, what prompted the breakup with your therapist?
I vote UFO.
Sad about Katy Perry and Russell Brand.
Grace is currently on her last pair of shoes because she keeps stepping in dog poo even though I am certain I have cleaned the yard. In the past 2 days, she and Noah have befouled at least 4 pairs of shoes.
I have to decide what to do about therapy myself -- I don't have a next appointment scheduled. I like going, because I like her, but I don't feel like I'm doing any work. So, eh.
My sleep psychologist is stalking me. I wish she could see my complete lack of connection with her, but if she could (or cared), maybe she wouldn't suck so hard that I'd be running away from her so cravenly.
I love this NPR list of people who comment on year-end lists. I'm trying to avoid year end lists, and I've still hit up on about one of each so far this past week.
Okay, going home now. Jeez.
He said something that pissed me off, and then I just couldn't get past it. I still think he's a good therapist, and he helped me a lot this past year, but just not right for me, especially not for what I'm trying to work on right now.
I could get into specifics, but...eh.