Day 575: It was that kind of day

There were several times, yesterday, when I remarked on the kind of day it was.

It was that kind of day.

To begin with, it was raining, hard, during the entire time I was in my car yesterday morning. It was that kind of drenching, flooding, windshield-cascading, drain-overwhelming downpour we get during the summer here, but seldom for such a sustained period of time.

While I was sitting in my car during that morning commute, I imagined the under-water fight scene from a Hong-Kong-produced Jackie Chan movie. I thought,  “I wonder if I could find that scene on YouTube?”

I could.

(I found it here!)

Anyway, after I made it, yesterday, to my work parking garage, I got out of the car without my umbrella. After all, I was inside! However, it still rained on me, through a gap in the garage roof. One of the nice guys who work there  commiserated about that, and told me that part of the garage was already flooding.

It was that kind of day.

While I often enjoy walking in the rain and listening to music, I took the shuttle from the garage to work, because it was that kind of day. I heard the shuttle driver exclaim out loud, as he had trouble getting by a big truck stopped outside of Fenway Park.

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I took a few more shots on that shuttle ride. Nobody seemed to notice. It was that kind of day.

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After I got to work, I heard many conversations about the effects of the weather that morning, including a report that the weather had quickly turned sunny, warm, and humid.

I couldn’t go outside to see for myself, because I was preparing for a presentation I was giving to some medical residents and interns.  I had more time, than expected, to prepare (even though I really didn’t need it), because none of my morning patients showed up.

It was that kind of day.

Part of my pre-presentation plan was preparing hand-outs about the work I do.  I had trouble with the printer near my office, but managed to get some things to print.  Then, I went up to the 6th floor to use a copier, but that was broken.

It was that kind of day.

I noticed  lots of “Wet Paint” signs near the elevator on the 6th floor. I remarked to the painter, “It’s that kind of day where I’ll probably get paint all over myself.”

He pointed out that’s what the signs were for. And he was right. There was no paint on Ann, all day.

Here are some of the many warning signs, near the elevator:

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By the way, I took those photos later in the day, after my presentation — which went fine and was fun, actually.

Before my presentation, I went to the hospital cafeteria for some lunch and noticed these, on the way:

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After my presentation, I was relieved, as usual.

None of my regularly scheduled patients showed up for therapy during the afternoon, either.  However, I was also the Social Worker On Call, and people requested my assistance in dealing with some challenging situations.

It was that kind of day.

On the walk back to my car, it was sunny, warm, and humid (as previously reported).

I saw this …

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… and had a thought I’ve often had before: I really should write a blog post called “What IS That??”

There were lots of people around, on my walk to the garage, because it was a game night, at Fenway Park.

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I wonder if that kid sensed I was taking photos?  I was particularly interested in his shirt (seen here in close-up):

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What IS that??

Anyway, more photos I took, near the end of that kind of day:

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Later, I took one more photo, when I was meeting my son after his play rehearsal.

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Yes, it was that kind of day.

Thanks to Jackie Chan, to those dealing with floods or disasters of any kind, to correctional institutions for teeth, to all the people and things I encountered yesterday, and to you — of course! — for having that kind of day when you visit, here.

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24 thoughts on “Day 575: It was that kind of day

  1. Quite a day!

  2. Being kind and curious when its that kind of day!
    Love it.
    Glad the presentation went well Ann 🙂
    Val x

  3. HI! I see you there in the bus driver’s rear view mirror hahaha
    I love that awesome red bus, too. They don’t make stuff with style like that anymore…
    🙂

  4. Correctional Institution for teeth?? Might be a great technique as an icebreaker. Suppose you’re shy, and have trouble initiating conversations… you could have something bizarre written on your shirt, bizarre enough that folks would actually ask you about it!

    Diana xo

    • I do have a couple of t-shirts like that, Diana, (but not that one). Thanks for exhibiting your wonderful ice-breaking skills here, as always.
      xo

      • My favourite all-time t-shirt ever said on the front as a man approached me:

        God is dead.
        – Nietzsche

        When the man passed me, I turned around to read the back of his shirt. It said:

        Nietzsche is dead.
        – God

      • That IS a great t-shirt story, Diana.

        My conversation-starter t-shirt these days is one I made up and created, through this blog. It says “Left the house before I felt ready. ” People have expressed an interest in buying that. Maybe that’s my next career

  5. Your t-shirt would have been wrong if you’d worn it yesterday, Ann. You definitely did not leave your house before you felt ready to collect photos for another fun, thoughtful and quirky post. I really love my morning tours of Boston.

    It’s very interesting to me that none of your scheduled therapy patients showed up all day. Do you think that the rain put them off? Maybe when you told them that their problems were solvable, they thought you said “soluble.”

    • Maybe my patients didn’t show up because they overheard me, in the hospital cafeteria, guffawing out loud, alone, when reading your comment. No, that wouldn’t work, time-wise.

      I know it had something to do with the weather, for some people. For others, I assume I will find out.

      Thank you for making today a Sitting-On-My-Own-Sofa kind of day.

  6. Yay for tooth jail, Ann. I think they may have let that kid out, rehabilitated from the overbite wing …

    When I grow up I want to own free and clear an open lot big enough to fit 200 cars in a city big enough to hold 200 events a year where I can charge 50 bucks a car to park and fill the lot up, no complaints.

    Wow.

    Every day would be that kind of day then!

  7. The Jackie Chan vid was quite entertaining.
    I like that he does his own stunts!

    Love the BIG UGS shirt. 🙂

    {HUGS}

  8. That wet paint sign is so retro cool, man.

    Have a groovy kinda day tomorrow !!!!!! 🙂

  9. It was that kind of day for me too!

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