Wednesday, September 14, 2005

9/14/05

5:39 a.m. I left my windows open last night and woke up around 3AM when a storm blew in. After a bit of momentary confusion, I realized I was getting pelted in the face with rain. Interestingly, in that blur between REM sleep and consciousness, I had been having a nightmare about the hated hair-trigger automatic toilets they have in my gym...the ones that flush anytime I move/talk/breath. These toilets are so super-powerful that you could probably flush a small child without difficulty. I have taken to gingerly tip-toeing into the stalls and hovering gracefully above the commode so as to avoid the unpleasant splash-back. (Rather a rude awakening when you're not expecting a spritzer down there.) Anyway, when I woke up I'd been dreaming that the water in the toilet at my gym (as I was sitting on it) formed into a hand and was pinching my butt. Fresh toilet. Taking liberties.

Ew. I just had a disconcerting thought...I should check for spider bites.

Anyway, as I'd predicted in my post-that-is-no-more, I am going to be going to Minnesota to run four cases next week. Which works out as far as timing because I will also be attending a big 'ol family reunion. I think the most recent count is 41 people in attendance. Should be good times. And this is my DAD'S side of the family, too. While Mom's people were dignified, pedigreed aristocrats, my ancestors from the paternal line, (as I've mentioned before, but it's worth mentioning again), got kicked out of England for stealing the king's horses. That sort of says it all, I think.

This afternoon, after I return from the hairdresser, I'm going to write about a case involving a homicide detective who had to shoot a crazy man on the freeway during morning rush hour. This was a very interesting case.

More later...

10 comments:

Slyeyes said...

Sounds like if the reunion was on your dad's side of the family, you could combine the investigations with the reunion.

"Hey, Aunt Sally, could you smile into my purse here for a minute? Thanks."

Polly P.I. said...

Hehe. And Cousin Earl is getting sprung from the can just in time. I better call and remind mom to nail down the antiques.

JD Rhoades said...

my ancestors from the paternal line, (as I've mentioned before, but it's worth mentioning again), got kicked out of England for stealing the king's horses. That sort of says it all, I think.


It says they have the Devil's own luck that they didn't get hanged. Luck is a good thing to inherit :-) .

cuz said...

Not all of our ancestors were dignified. There was the line that had to flee the village for beating the stuffing out of a noble who took advantage of their sister. Oddly enough my dad's ancestors helped mom's ancestors with that AND Dirk's ancestor was said sister. Small world. :-)

Polly P.I. said...

Cuz,
You're lucky your children didn't come out cross-eyed with extra limbs. hehe!

cuz said...

That's SEVERAL generations back... it doesn't count. Right? RIGHT? Please tell me yes.

kibby F5 said...

Dirk's ancester was connected to the sister who's family, either Mom's ancesters or Dad's ancesters, who were also connected to the sister, kicked the crap out of some aristocrat. And Polly's family stole all the King's horses (why Humpty Dumpty didn't have a chance) and is related to cuz who seems to have the requested number of fingers and toes (18).

Q. What's the Center fielder's name?

kibby F5 said...

Oh, and a word of advice on those AUTO TOILETS FROM H3LL! Place a square of toilet paper or scotch tape over the sensor.

Remove when done.

Cap'n Bob Napier said...

Where exactly are these toilets? I know a few small children who need to be flushed away.

thor said...

i'd say luck is a good thing to have...maybe that's what got you through the encounter with crazy guy...