Tonight my neighbors stopped by to celebrate their liberation from weekend guests, family, and visitors. I offered up beer and leftovers, and then we decided to order pizza. Amy did the calling, she used my cell phone…the conversation went like this:
Amy: I just noticed that the coupon is expired, is this OK?
Pizza Guy: Are you in C4?
Pizza Guy: Oh yeah, it’s fine.
I really don’t order enough pizza to have a pizza rep, but at least they consider me to be a good tipper.
Today I supervised the the first improvement to Castle Grabyar on my watch–and it involved a crane. When I bought the place last December I knew what to expect in terms of the quality (or lack thereof) of the HVAC system. The compressor was only five years old, but it was undersized. The condenser coil was about twenty years old and leaked coolant. All of this added up to the system freezing up if it was asked to cool more than about five degrees difference from the outside temperature. Not too fun when it’s 95 degrees outside.
The new system is 25% bigger, 75% more efficient, and cost 250% more than I really wanted to spend. But that extra cost included the crane, and I wouldn’t give that up for the world.
Tonight on the way to dinner my friends and I were caught about a half of a mile from my house at the stoplight at Belmont and Hillsboro Road. As we sat at the light, I noticed a man riding a unicycle coming up beside the car. It took every fiber of my being not to roll down the window and yell, “HEY BUDDY, IT’S A BICYCLE LANE!” The other folks in the car begged me not to, but it was obvious to me that the man would have enjoyed it. No one but an exhibitionist looking for attention would ride a unicycle in public, especially one wearing bike shorts.
Also tonight when we came home I saw, for the first time in two and a half years of living at my current address, Emmylou Harris out walking her dog. We’ve known that she was a neighbor, I’ve pointed out her house to friends and family alike, but until tonight no one really knew for sure.
Last night Nashville (and the rest of the midstate) had lots of rain and wind associated with what the news kept calling a “bow echo.” It was interesting to watch it on TV, the line of strong 70 miles-per-hour wind was very visible on the TV and I knew it immediately once it hit downtown and then a few minutes later when hit the condo.
When the wind hit, I had the immediate fear that my umbrella/parasol thingy was going to blow away so I went outside in the storm to lower it in hopes that it would stay attached to the patio furniture. The dog tried to follow me outside, so I closed the patio glass door in an effort to keep her in the condo. I wrestled with the umbrella before determining that it was going to be OK and it wasn’t going anywhere. Then I turned to re-enter the condo and noticed that the security bar that keeps the door locked had fallen neatly into place. I was locked out. Without my keys. And the front door was locked. In the storm.
Luckily I have good neighbors who have an extra key.
At some point, this blog became solely interested in the subject of Abby the dog.
We now hope to return you to your regular programming