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.
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 win
I have mostly moved in. The boxes have been emptied or put in their place. I am still sleeping on a mattress on the lower level to keep Jobu company during the scary nights in a new place. It’s scary for a cat in a new place. There are new smells, new sounds, new monsters, and ghosts. After a few days, Jobu started to get braver. He even would venture into the main level and sniff about a bit.
One night was downstairs with Jobu. I played some cats sound out of my phone which got him all excited trying to find the kitteh friend. He suddenly jumps up and spins around. He hides behind me staring a the stair up to the main level. He puts one paw on me as if to confirm that daddy was there to defend him. I laughed. He just kept staring. After about 5 minutes I got worried and looked around upstairs thinking maybe the raccoons were back. I didn’t find anything. He has slowly been recovering from this horrifying incident.
Near the end of the week, it was dark but not that late, perhaps 9 pm. I went up to the main level which was in darkness to put something in the fridge and throw some Jobu fur away. As I turned the corner to walk into the darkened kitchen I heard a small crash behind me that sounded like it came from the empty upstairs. All my hair stood on end and I thought this is creepy. I ain’t afraid of no ghosts. I threw the Jobu fur away and all my hair stood on end again. Being the brave soul I am I marched upstairs looking for maybe something that fell over. I didn’t find anything and slowly the creepy feeling faded. I went back downstairs to a terrified Jobu. That’s when I noticed that the dustpan I had put on the end of the broom had fallen off. I had been sweeping out the bathroom. I laughed.