Interesting weekend . . .


Well, first off, we had a bitterly cold Canadian air mass move through the area starting Friday afternoon, which dropped the local temperatures to sub-freezing. Naturally, the extra strain caused the central heating unit to finally quit – completely.

We’re fine, though. The fireplace insert we put in last fall took over with no trouble, aside from a bit of extra bundling up to keep the setting lower.

Anyway, Sunday afternoon proved to be quite the adventure. It started just after lunch, when my wife took a bag of trash out to our dumpster. As she opened the lid, she discovered about a dozen (used? not sure) syringes in the bottom of the bin. She came running back in and told me – I went out and confirmed it, and then called the local police. They were amazed that someone would go to the trouble to put them in OUR dumpster – there are several houses around where they’d have been less likely to be seen. See, our dumpster sits direcly under that brand-new super-bright LED security light we just had installed about a week ago, making it a very visible location even in the middle of the night. Anyhow, they cheerfully removed the syringes, and said they would do some extra patrols through the neighborhood to see if they can find who put them there.

As soon as the officer left, I went to the kitchen and put a cup of coffee in the microwave to warm up. I’d just sat down at my computer to read the news when *BANG* – I heard something loud right out front that sounded sort of like a head-on collision. That turned out to be pretty close to describing what did happen. Somone’s vehicle jumped the curb just north of our driveway, and destroyed a traffic sign (on a metal pole!) which landed in the street. By the time I got out there, and I tried to respond pretty quickly, the vehicle that hit the sign was gone, but a pickup had stopped in traffic and was keeping other vehicles from hitting the sign. I had my phone in hand, and called the police again. There wasn’t much they could do about it, aside from filling out an accident report. None of the potential wittnesses waited around for the police, and all I could tell them was that I heard it happen and called right away.


Time Warp –

No, this isn’t about a scene from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” – although I do like it.

It’s about something sort of weird that happened today.  As is usual for me, I was up most of the night.  Just before going to bed, I checked the weather forecast, but I knew what I was going to see.  My hip, shoulder, and neck had already given me their prediction, and the only way they are ever wrong if when the storm “near misses” us within about 100 miles.

Anyhow, I was trying to sleep, and waking up every couple of hours because of hip pain.  I’d roll over, look at the clock, and try to go back to sleep.  Around 12:30, I looked at the clock.  I looked again shortly after 2pm.  The next time I looked, I saw 12:33, and rolled back over.

When I finally got up, my bedside clock said it was almost 2:00 – but when I got to the living room, the computer monitor was advertising 4:30pm.  We’d had a minor power outage while I was sleeping – and the ONLY clock in the entire house that isn’t battery or battery-backup is . . . . . . . my bedside clock.

It didn’t cause any problems, but I did get a chuckle out of it.

A crazy dream . . .

The last time I slept, I had a dream that was “wayyyyyyy out there”.  Calling it bizarre would be a kindness.

In the dream, I was a professional assassin.  I was “usually” pretty good.  Then I got a job where I had a significant travel to get to the meeting for the details, and when I arrived in the area, I rented a car.  I put my “gear” in the car, in the trunk (or as you Brits would say, in the boot).

After the meeting where I got the assignment, I stopped to fuel the car.  While I was inside the service station paying for the fuel, a car thief nabbed MY RENTAL CAR.

Through the rest of the dream I was frantically chasing that car thief around trying to get my stuff back, so I could go to work.  LOL!