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.
I took a few more shots on that shuttle ride. Nobody seemed to notice. It was that kind of day.
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:
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:
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 …
… 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.
I wonder if that kid sensed I was taking photos? I was particularly interested in his shirt (seen here in close-up):
What IS that??
Anyway, more photos I took, near the end of that kind of day:
Later, I took one more photo, when I was meeting my son after his play rehearsal.
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.