I mentioned that I recently down-graded my parking permit from an A to a C? It basically means I now have to park on the other side of the lot, which ends up being a difference of only a few feet. The only reason I originally opted for an A tag was that my schedule used to be different, and it was difficult to find a C spot in the library lot when I got to work later in the morning. At 6am, that’s not a problem.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been parking in the C lot, and all’s been fine. I even found a nice, big tree to park under. I didn’t stop to look at what kind of tree–it provided shade and that’s all that mattered.
Until yesterday, that is. Yesterday, it stormed. When the storm hit, the wind got gusty and started blowing things around. There were no tree-limbs-falling-on-cars or anything that drastic. However, on my way home, I noticed a strange car noise. Strange car noises are generally a Very Bad Thing. This noise was intermittent, so it took me a while to figure out what it was. Every time I went around a curve, or up or down a hill, something clattered. And then it dawned on me. I’d been parking under an oak tree. The storm must have blown a bunch of acorns off the tree, one of which was now trapped in my roof rack! Duh.
So now I’m stuck with this noisy little passenger, because I can’t reach the top of my car to remove it.
(Photo: I stopped at the mailboxes the other morning to take a picture of mist rising from the creek at the bottom of the far ridge. The sun was coming up, and I noticed a lone pigeon perched on a power line.)
red paper boat 