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gwendolyngrace) wrote2006-10-02 01:43 pm
gwendolyngrace) wrote2006-10-02 01:43 pm
Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
Because they're friggin' cool, that's why.
Drove to Boston from Rochester through a bunch of rain bands, and on three occasions saw rainbows. But saying it like that is like saying, "We saw a plane fly," when you're talking about having been at Kitty Hawk.
So the first rainbow was a pretty standard affair. Off to one side, not a full arc, but pretty sharply defined. And I thought, "Well, that's cool."
The second one was as I was coming around Albany, just before turning off for the bypass to the Pike. I saw it to my left, then saw the mirror-image of the double rainbow around it... then realized that I could see the *complete* arcs of *both* rainbows off to my left. Two absolutely perfectly described half-circles of light, with a partial third *inside* the main, sharpest image. As I turned south and then east again, approaching the Castleton-on-Hudson bridge, the angle shifted and it was a PERFECT picture: The left-hand "bottom" of the main rainbow's arc appeared to be rising from the north vanishing point of the Hudson River. The right-hand "bottom" of the arc, I kid you not, came down *right on* the Castleton-on-Hudson bridge, and the right-hand "bottom" of the double rainbow arc (the mirror-image one), appeared to "hit" the train trestle which is just down-river from the bridge. So as I was driving, it looked like I was literally driving *into* the end of the rainbow.
Talk about your Kodak moments. Five minutes later it was gone.
But about ten minutes after that, I saw a piece of another rainbow. Sure enough, in another 10 minutes, the road curved, the clouds parted just enough, and there was another *perfectly described* parabolic arc of double rainbow. Sweet. And this time, when the road shifted, the left-hand "bottom" was on the left-hand side of the road, while the right-hand "bottom" was on the right-hand side of the road. So this time, I was driving "under" the arc of the rainbow itself.
Wow. Then it started raining buckets. And when I got home I found that my trunk had leaked and my cloak and some sewing were soaked. Lovely. I hope it was a one-time deal. But, yeah. Six rainbows, four of them perfect, in one day.
Now, the bad news is that Saturday night I got tagged for speeding. Yeah, five minutes to midnight on the last day of the month, and I have out-of-state plates. Thanks, I needed that. Not. I blame Sondheim, as I was listening to "Epiphany" from Sweeney Todd and like a dummy wasn't using the cruise control. I completely zoned out and didn't see the trooper lying in wait. Grrrrr. He kicked it down, though, to a lesser charge, I think largely because when he told me my speed I (quite honestly) balked. (I believe the exact phrase was, "Whoa. Really?! You're kidding. Yikes.")
Nothing to do but pay the sucker, though. I called the clerk's office for the town where it happened (20 minutes from my mother's house!) this afternoon and learned that it's a 2-point "non-speeding" violation (because the officer kicked it down to a lesser charge) and a fine of most likely between $100 and $150, plus the court fee of $55. So roughly $200, but hopefully no more than that (as it's a first time ticket). Add that to the insurance surcharge I'm *STILL* fighting (no court date yet!) from Pennsic. This kind of thing just HAS to stop happening! O Gods, why do you like to fuck with me so? Did you *know* that my mother was going to pay me her share of the cell phone bill for the quarter? 'Cause I didn't.
I cancelled my Amazon order to prepare for paying the stupid ticket. Law of averages: it had to happen sooner or later. But yeesh. It's more a pain in the tuchus than anything else. Except that I worry that this now will somehow make me an easier target. Ever play Monopoly and feel like once you've rolled three doubles and gone to jail once, it happens more often after that? Yeah. That's my fear. Like there's a sign on my car now that says: "It'll be a repeat offense now!"
At least I'm now flying, not driving, to Crown. But ye gods, honestly. You'd think y'all didn't want me to come out to AEthelmearc for events! You've had some fun, but now, seriously? It's time to let Gwen off the hook for a while.
At least for Ealdormere this weekend I've got plenty of time both ways, no need to push it. I'll have to remember to tell my right foot that. Repeatedly.
Drove to Boston from Rochester through a bunch of rain bands, and on three occasions saw rainbows. But saying it like that is like saying, "We saw a plane fly," when you're talking about having been at Kitty Hawk.
So the first rainbow was a pretty standard affair. Off to one side, not a full arc, but pretty sharply defined. And I thought, "Well, that's cool."
The second one was as I was coming around Albany, just before turning off for the bypass to the Pike. I saw it to my left, then saw the mirror-image of the double rainbow around it... then realized that I could see the *complete* arcs of *both* rainbows off to my left. Two absolutely perfectly described half-circles of light, with a partial third *inside* the main, sharpest image. As I turned south and then east again, approaching the Castleton-on-Hudson bridge, the angle shifted and it was a PERFECT picture: The left-hand "bottom" of the main rainbow's arc appeared to be rising from the north vanishing point of the Hudson River. The right-hand "bottom" of the arc, I kid you not, came down *right on* the Castleton-on-Hudson bridge, and the right-hand "bottom" of the double rainbow arc (the mirror-image one), appeared to "hit" the train trestle which is just down-river from the bridge. So as I was driving, it looked like I was literally driving *into* the end of the rainbow.
Talk about your Kodak moments. Five minutes later it was gone.
But about ten minutes after that, I saw a piece of another rainbow. Sure enough, in another 10 minutes, the road curved, the clouds parted just enough, and there was another *perfectly described* parabolic arc of double rainbow. Sweet. And this time, when the road shifted, the left-hand "bottom" was on the left-hand side of the road, while the right-hand "bottom" was on the right-hand side of the road. So this time, I was driving "under" the arc of the rainbow itself.
Wow. Then it started raining buckets. And when I got home I found that my trunk had leaked and my cloak and some sewing were soaked. Lovely. I hope it was a one-time deal. But, yeah. Six rainbows, four of them perfect, in one day.
Now, the bad news is that Saturday night I got tagged for speeding. Yeah, five minutes to midnight on the last day of the month, and I have out-of-state plates. Thanks, I needed that. Not. I blame Sondheim, as I was listening to "Epiphany" from Sweeney Todd and like a dummy wasn't using the cruise control. I completely zoned out and didn't see the trooper lying in wait. Grrrrr. He kicked it down, though, to a lesser charge, I think largely because when he told me my speed I (quite honestly) balked. (I believe the exact phrase was, "Whoa. Really?! You're kidding. Yikes.")
Nothing to do but pay the sucker, though. I called the clerk's office for the town where it happened (20 minutes from my mother's house!) this afternoon and learned that it's a 2-point "non-speeding" violation (because the officer kicked it down to a lesser charge) and a fine of most likely between $100 and $150, plus the court fee of $55. So roughly $200, but hopefully no more than that (as it's a first time ticket). Add that to the insurance surcharge I'm *STILL* fighting (no court date yet!) from Pennsic. This kind of thing just HAS to stop happening! O Gods, why do you like to fuck with me so? Did you *know* that my mother was going to pay me her share of the cell phone bill for the quarter? 'Cause I didn't.
I cancelled my Amazon order to prepare for paying the stupid ticket. Law of averages: it had to happen sooner or later. But yeesh. It's more a pain in the tuchus than anything else. Except that I worry that this now will somehow make me an easier target. Ever play Monopoly and feel like once you've rolled three doubles and gone to jail once, it happens more often after that? Yeah. That's my fear. Like there's a sign on my car now that says: "It'll be a repeat offense now!"
At least I'm now flying, not driving, to Crown. But ye gods, honestly. You'd think y'all didn't want me to come out to AEthelmearc for events! You've had some fun, but now, seriously? It's time to let Gwen off the hook for a while.
At least for Ealdormere this weekend I've got plenty of time both ways, no need to push it. I'll have to remember to tell my right foot that. Repeatedly.