Containment

Before summer of 1998, I had an excellent memory. During that hazy time, I would stare blankly at fixtures I had been servicing for four years, my mind a complete blank. The voices on the other end of the telephone line got so hung up on "head in a fog" they ignored the sudden memory loss. And headaches. And blurred vision, extreme sleepiness; those things alone without the other symptoms I described, should have been enough for the (insert: what are they called again?) workers to think: Head Injury. C'est la vie.

While back wrote about visit to Colorado Lagoon. I did not write down the words; thought I would not possibly forget them. Yeah, right.

The thingys in the water, labels on tube-like floating whatchamacallits were Containment Boom and Silt Curtain. Do not remeber if I actually photogaphed the thingys ~ and I should check, eh ~ think I just shot the construction fences, mentioning benches I sat on many a homeless hour.