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      Wednesday, April 19, 2006

08:50 AM - 04/19/2006
I'm listening to Will Downing - Soul Symphony

The topic: To protect and serve



Brian wanted to do some photo editing last night, so I figured “teach a man to fish…”

I sat here playing the game Gold Fever (my second time playing it and I’m doing much better this go round, now that I know what I’m supposed to be doing) and pausing it to give him instruction. It always amazes me that this man, who is so intelligent and has exhibited logical thinking on many occasions, has such a hard time with computer programs.

Anyway, photos were finally printing after 10:30 last night and anyone who knows us, knows that we’re usually fast asleep at this time.  When the photos were finished printing, over an hour later, we closed down the computers, went into the family room, turned off the tv, got a final drink of water, then off to bed.  I glanced out the rain glass on the front door, just checking to see if maybe KittyMeeze was there and imagine my surprise to see a human walking in front of the wrought iron gate that opens to our outside entry way (it sounds way fancier than it is). 

Stupidly, I throw open the front door.  Good thing it was a cop.  I don’t know what he expected to find behind the bushes in front of our house, which leads one to later speculate.  Later speculation can be fun, but sometimes it’s not a good thing.  *lol*

Anyway, Brian followed me out and we were told that there had been reports of a loud party, that you could hear from about a half mile away.  He told us where they could hear it and we told them we hadn’t heard anything.  They thought maybe it was our house because of the lights out front.  hahahaha.  The entry light is a blue flood light (shines into the front hallway in the house, white light would be way too bright) and the motion sensor light is green.  Since it hits our bedroom when it comes on (which can happen when a critter jumps on one of the vehicles), once again, white would be too bright.

And like I told Brian, look at all of the vehicles in the driveway.  Two Mustangs, two Broncos, the Ranger and one Escape.  Looks like party central. 

We listened from the bedroom as they took their leave and we counted cars.  There were three and one was a K9 unit.  I guess they were expecting a pretty rocking party.  Since they sat there for a few minutes, Brian wondered aloud if they thought we’d told everyone to be quiet until they left.

I can sympathsize with Brian, I cannot keep a check register, but I can track it online, and almost always know just how much is where.  There is one of the black and white cats in the catcam right now, and it surprised me by bringing up how I felt when our feral “Kit Kat” was found dead.  It happened in February, and I knew something was wrong because she didn’t come to eat, but I was injured and didn’t think to ask someone to search the property for me.  I don’t know how long she lay there injured before she passed over the rainbow, but if gave me bad dreams for awhile, which all just came back.  I am glad to see your cats in the cameras, rescued children are happy thoughts.

Posted by MayEllen @ Wednesday, April 19, 2006 - 12:29:20 PM

PARTY!  I’ve though to call the cops a time or two on my neighbors who love to play the bass loud on their music.  All I hear is boom boom boom boom boom boom.  I’d like them to try that living next door to one of the 2 or 3 cops we have in the neighborhood.

Posted by Lisa @ Wednesday, April 19, 2006 - 12:46:08 PM

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