I have mice in my garage. I’ve seen them a couple of times scurrying into the corner. For some reason, one small section of the garage wall is sorta finished. It has insulation between the studs and there is even a sheet of drywall covering half the area. The mice have decided that insulation is a wonderful material to live in. They have even torn off bits of it and carried it away to make beds elsewhere.
I was outside in the garage cleaning some things up. I’ve managed to get a lot of stuff cleared out of the garage so it’s more open. I had the door into the house open and Jobu came out to explore. He wandered around for a bit and then ended up near the insulation. He became alert and his ears picked up. He heard the mice inside. I got so excited Jobu was about to show off his amazing hunting skills. He took a step toward the wall…. then got bored and wandered back inside.
Jobu started pawing at the door out to the outside. A couple of weeks ago a posted a few pictures of Jobu exploring the outside. But that was during the day. This was at night and Jobu is black. I opened the door and went out with him. I thought I should probably take a flashlight in case he wandered off. Jobu took off like he knew where he was going. He went straight to the side of the house and started marching toward the street. I realized this was the first time in his adult life Jobu had access to the entire world. He could go anywhere. He was trapped by the balcony before. He seemed to understand the new freedom. He started toward some bushes and I reached down and picked him up to keep him from wandering away. He’s too old and stupid to have that sort of freedom.
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.
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.
As I’ve mentioned I have moved. I moved about two hours away from where I have been living for the entire life of this blog. I moved back to the area I group up. I still have the same job. Luckily, they are letting me work remotely Wednesday through Friday. This means I have to be in the office Monday and Tuesday. That makes for a long commute.
My alarm goes off at 5:40 in the morning. Until I moved I didn’t even know there was a 5 in the morning. I drove through the countryside in the morning light. I have been staying in a hotel on Monday night to make the stay easier. Don’t know if I am going to keep doing that. It can add up.
I was at my parents watching the Chicago Bears game. It wasn’t a very exciting game but the Bears were winning by a touchdown. The Denver Broncos were driving near the end of the game with only a couple of minutes left. Bud the dog needed to go out. My mom was going to take him so I could watch the end of the game. He got all excited when she put his leash on. He got all confused as I stayed in the chair and my mom took him toward the door. I was supposed to walk him. He refused to go outside. I took a break during the two minute warning and walked toward the door like I was going to walk him. I opened the door and him and my mom went out. I closed the door and went back to watch the end of the game. He wouldn’t leave and just looked at the door. So he came back in and just stood near me as the game wound up. During a weird sequence at the end of the game the Broncos scored and were going for two points to try and win the game. The got it and I was so upset that the Bears had lost and were 0-2. 0-2 teams don’t go to the playoffs. I grabbed the dog and took him for a walk since I didn’t wanna handle the Bears losing. As I turned a corner I heard a bunch of people in the neighborhood cheering. I wondered if there had been time on the clock left.. no way the Bears came back and won. I checked my phone and sure enough they somehow did.