A lot of my work is a matter of reacting to surprises in life.
Alexander Wang
A good day is when we get everything we want to get done, accomplished. It is finding a dollar on the ground. It is beating the rain by just enough to get the mower inside shut the door and walk into the house in time to hear the splat of raindrops on the porch. A good day is also having just enough money to pay the rent, getting it from the bank and coming home to find the sheriff parked in your yard, knowing that the alarm has gone off, but for some reason not being at all concerned.
I always pay my rent in cash, so I was off to the bank today. I stopped at MIchael's to get some of those little rubber ends for sunglass holders, and then proceeded to the 99 cent store for a couple of pairs of cheaters ( eyes ) and indulged myself in a bag of tortilla chips. A word of warning to those who do not know me well, your chips are not safe with me. I will eat them all. I had just put a chip into my mouth when I turned off the levee road and saw a nice, shiny, black Sheriff's patrol cruiser sitting at the bottom of my drive way. OK. What happened?
"Do you live here?"
"Yes, I do"
"I am responding to an alarm going off"
"I figured"
"How long were you gone?"
"Hour and a half at the most"
He told me he was waiting for his partner before he went inside. I didn't see smoke so I was fine as long as the animals were OK. Chalupa only barks if he recognizes the car, or someone comes up to the front door. There is a door to the garage at the bottom of the front stairs, it was open. Shit. Once we got to the question "Is there a way to get into the house from the garage?" and I said "No," he was moving, pulling a very large gun out of the holster and heading into the garage announcing "Coming in, if anyone is in here, show yourself. I have a gun and I will fire it." Gulp.
He finally determined the garage was secure, He believes the wind blew the door open, I am not so sure. The alarm is a siren, and it is REALLY LOUD and it goes to a alarm center and they will send a car if no one picks up the phone. My landlords were in Lincoln one Christmas when their alarm went off. Someone had come in through a downstairs window that was not armed, into a back room, but when they opened the door to the garage they tripped the alarm. I know they took off like a shot. That time I never saw a patrol car. The alarm finally went off. It happened in the middle of the day so I called Fred and Clara and they came home.
I checked the front door and it was still locked, we walked around the back. I am, very cautious about the back door because Amy, who had lived here before had been burglarized and that is when my landlord put in the security system. That time they came in through the back. The back door was locked and I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Nice guy, was going up in the helicopter later that day, I told him to fly over. I can hear him telling the pilot "That is 2485, we get all sorts of odd calls from her." I am sure they have a little file on me. Date, called about mail box break ins. Date, called about noise. Date, called about hunters to close to the Hwy on the Yolo side. Date, called about screeching metal and breaking glass, concerned about accident, Officers arrived to find garbage in driveway. Now this. Crazy single woman. I know I shut the door.
The other part of today was getting all the lawns mowed just before the rain so with the new mown grass and the rain the air smells amazing. And there was that rainbow. If you didn't see it, then you missed out. Here it was a huge, double, semi circle. Brief and beautiful. I saw it from inside and when I got to the porch it had faded by half; in another 30 seconds it was gone. The rain was wonderful and now everything is all rinsed off. The crickets are singing, I am probably not going to sleep. No pictures, I need batteries for the camera.
Happy Labor Day, holiday over, back to work.
Alexander Wang
A good day is when we get everything we want to get done, accomplished. It is finding a dollar on the ground. It is beating the rain by just enough to get the mower inside shut the door and walk into the house in time to hear the splat of raindrops on the porch. A good day is also having just enough money to pay the rent, getting it from the bank and coming home to find the sheriff parked in your yard, knowing that the alarm has gone off, but for some reason not being at all concerned.
I always pay my rent in cash, so I was off to the bank today. I stopped at MIchael's to get some of those little rubber ends for sunglass holders, and then proceeded to the 99 cent store for a couple of pairs of cheaters ( eyes ) and indulged myself in a bag of tortilla chips. A word of warning to those who do not know me well, your chips are not safe with me. I will eat them all. I had just put a chip into my mouth when I turned off the levee road and saw a nice, shiny, black Sheriff's patrol cruiser sitting at the bottom of my drive way. OK. What happened?
"Do you live here?"
"Yes, I do"
"I am responding to an alarm going off"
"I figured"
"How long were you gone?"
"Hour and a half at the most"
He told me he was waiting for his partner before he went inside. I didn't see smoke so I was fine as long as the animals were OK. Chalupa only barks if he recognizes the car, or someone comes up to the front door. There is a door to the garage at the bottom of the front stairs, it was open. Shit. Once we got to the question "Is there a way to get into the house from the garage?" and I said "No," he was moving, pulling a very large gun out of the holster and heading into the garage announcing "Coming in, if anyone is in here, show yourself. I have a gun and I will fire it." Gulp.
He finally determined the garage was secure, He believes the wind blew the door open, I am not so sure. The alarm is a siren, and it is REALLY LOUD and it goes to a alarm center and they will send a car if no one picks up the phone. My landlords were in Lincoln one Christmas when their alarm went off. Someone had come in through a downstairs window that was not armed, into a back room, but when they opened the door to the garage they tripped the alarm. I know they took off like a shot. That time I never saw a patrol car. The alarm finally went off. It happened in the middle of the day so I called Fred and Clara and they came home.
I checked the front door and it was still locked, we walked around the back. I am, very cautious about the back door because Amy, who had lived here before had been burglarized and that is when my landlord put in the security system. That time they came in through the back. The back door was locked and I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Nice guy, was going up in the helicopter later that day, I told him to fly over. I can hear him telling the pilot "That is 2485, we get all sorts of odd calls from her." I am sure they have a little file on me. Date, called about mail box break ins. Date, called about noise. Date, called about hunters to close to the Hwy on the Yolo side. Date, called about screeching metal and breaking glass, concerned about accident, Officers arrived to find garbage in driveway. Now this. Crazy single woman. I know I shut the door.
The other part of today was getting all the lawns mowed just before the rain so with the new mown grass and the rain the air smells amazing. And there was that rainbow. If you didn't see it, then you missed out. Here it was a huge, double, semi circle. Brief and beautiful. I saw it from inside and when I got to the porch it had faded by half; in another 30 seconds it was gone. The rain was wonderful and now everything is all rinsed off. The crickets are singing, I am probably not going to sleep. No pictures, I need batteries for the camera.
Happy Labor Day, holiday over, back to work.
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