update - 5:22 am: funny how hard it is to sleep when almost being robbed at gunpoint. still wide awake 7 1/2 hrs later. not good. not good at all. might as well start to fix typos...
came home late from the barn tonite - stopped by the grocery to wander and pick to walk off the sad news that one of the dressage olympians and a well-respected judge and rider had died recently. it upset me for this is where my boys lived until i came off sani and broke my back. (my fault - long story - but MY fault!)
anyway, was saddened by her passing, so i stopped in the store to wander and kill a bit of time.
when i got home, it was nearly 10pm and, as per usual, two of the housemates (who should never want to own a car in new york because ny'ers are brutal on parking space hogs) had taken up three spaces, as usual. i groused and snarled and drove to the end of the block to make a u-turn at the 4-way stop about 100 yds down from the house. there was a car sitting at the stop sign when i pulled up.
i stopped and waited for him to pass through the intersection, but he just SAT there. and sat. and sat. finally, i blew my horn and blew it again and he drove slowly through the intersection. i did my u'ie and pulled around to find the space opposite the house was just a WEE bit to small for me to park without using braille - and, already upset, i didn't want to chance taking out my frustrations on two innocent bumpers.
follow me (er... bad choice of words, as you'll see) over the jump.
