Month: October 2019

On Monday mornings I try to get out of the house a little after 6am. Jobu find these mornings disruptive. I am up way early and running about doing things, getting dressed, taking a shower, etc. I prefer to leave when he is asleep so I don’t disturb him. On mondays he is almost always up when I leave. This Monday as I locked the door I looked through the window beside the door. He walked up and was looking at th door and at men through the window as if to ask “daddy where you going?”.

My little furry friend above taught me a lesson. There’s a park near where I live now. I’ve been using it for my walking. It has a looping path that I walk. Each loop is a little less than a mile. On my first time around a noticed this little guy walking across the path. I started to sneak up on him so I could get a picture. Once I got up close I began to wonder if something was wrong with the poor guy. He didn’t seem to be reacting to me much and was breathing very heavily. I stomped my feet to try and get a reaction and it just turned away from me a little bit. I walked on leaving him there breathing heavy and sniffing the rocks. The next time around the path I found him a few feet away. Dead as a doornail, lying on his side with his tongue sticking out. I was reminded of the fleeting nature of life.

Days warm enough for a walk, nights cold enough to freeze, and the leaves changing colors.

There’s a lot of parks in suburbia and animals don’t seem to be afraid of people

I don’t know what sort of weather system it was, but on Friday it stormed and poured rain for hours. I’m talking like 8 hours of near-constant downpours.

The first casualty of the storms was my Playstation 4. A close and loud blast of lightning caused the power to blip. This short lost of power and networking seems to kill my video toy machine. (Days later I did manage to fix the playstation by taking the harddrive out and restarting the thing).

As I was coming home from my Mom’s, I saw that parts of the neighborhood were flooded. The town had some trucks out blocking the roads. Luckily, or so I thought, for me, they were not blocking the road to the house. I noticed that the street was a bit flooded. It must not be to bad. I drove into the puddle. It wasn’t a puddle. The water slammed into my car and started to creep up the hood. I powered through the flood and emerged victorious on the other side.

The next day as I drove around a heard a scraping sound when I hit a bump. I assumed I had got a branch or something stuck under there during my drive through the flooding. When I finally got down on my belly and looked under the car. There was a thick piece of plastic hanging down low enough to hit when I went over a bump. It appeared to have been ripped out of place when I drove through the flood.

I drove the car up on some ramps and took the plastic piece off when I removed the screws holding it up. It seems good enough to put back though one of the screws is missing. I don’t see what the point of this under engine plastic is. You have to take it off anytime you need to change the oil or work on the engine.