Boom, Boom; Mowing; Chores

I'm up for a different reason this morning instead of the cats.

Sometime near 5, a series of loud explosions woke me up. In that dazed state of just waking up, noises sound directionless. There were at least 20, a rough guess.

As I thought about it, my brain began to think the noise sounded very close. I didn't turn on any lights but glanced at the cell phone to see the time.

The security light on the carport has a module inside that chimes if anything, and I do mean anything, comes in contact with the sweep of the coverage which is about 210 degrees. The light was off, so there had been no disturbance in that area.

The carriage lamp by the front door has a motion detection unit. But no inside module. And its ranges is not as sweeping. It too was off.

I slipped into the kitchen, constantly bumping into cats, found the flashlight and crept outside. I swept the front and back yards but did not see any debris as if fireworks had been set off. But I'm going to check that again. Which I shall do now.

(Please talk among yourselves.)

Well that was fruitless. I didn't seen anything out of the ordinary on my property or the properties on either side.

A couple of weeks ago, as I was raking the side yard, the older daughter next door and two of her male friends had bought ice cream from the mobile ice cream van. Returned to their carport, and finished their ice cream. I heard something plop behind me but thought it was a falling limb. For a few seconds, I considered that someone might have thrown something, but I dismissed it because I figured nobody would be that stupid. A few minutes later, I glanced back, and there was a half-eaten yellow and white ice cream bar.

Slighty later the daughter came outside, and I semi-politely asked her to tell her friends to not throw ice cream into my yard. And that in this case, it really pissed me off, which it had. I also said I was going to talk to her parents.

The next morning I spoke with the mother, and it turned out that the daughter was not supposed to be there. Now the mother was ireally pissed. (My really nasty thought was if she's screwing one of the two guys, she has terrible taste. From my brief glance at him, he looked thugish and none too bright.) One of my all time favorite Woody Allen quotes is when he meets two guys who seem a little intellectually challenged. "They looked like they had just learned to walk erect that morning and were out looking for the gift of fire."

.So the thought of some semi-demented 5 am highjinks might just be up their alley. Which means at some point they had learned how to use fire to light firecrackers. Most likely they were unable to find any.

YesterdayI did my first outside work , since the upper 'respiratory infection started. I fervently hope that ten days of Avelox worked. I have a very genuine fear that at some point, I'm going to fall into that category in which nothing works.

I wheeled the electric mower to the front and spent 15 minutes untangling the power cord and mowed the front yard. I'm hoping I didn't irritate my all-too-sensative respiratory system.(By the way, has anyone ever done a study on how cords can get so tangled up, no matter how carefully you place them.)

I also did the customary and usual daily chores such as feeding the felines, making sure they have dry food, changing the water, and cleaning up the little accidents that happens. And there's always laundry to be done.

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