I have a story to tell you. But first, I want to say that, yes, I'm still alive and kicking. I've taken a hiatus of sorts from blogging. Well, not from just blogging, but from life in general, trying to get my feet back underneath me. Anyway.....
I have a story to tell you. A story only I could come up with! As I'm sure you can imagine, it's not always easy to sleep after a life changing occurrence, and my case is no different. A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was home, just me and the dogs, and there were bad guys with guns after us. And not just your average bad guys, but ninja type bad guys. Real bad. Somehow they had gotten into the house, and I was so afraid they were going to hurt the dogs. I didn't want to call 911, because I knew they would call back, and we have caller ID, then I would be totally busted, since I'm sure, at least in my dream, it would say, "911 operator". Luckily, that's when I woke up. So there I was, just laying there in bed, wide awake at 2:00. Again. Then I heard a noise. But, I was really awake and this wasn't a dream. The noise was right outside my bedroom window, and it sounded like an engine. We have no close neighbors on that side of us, just my garden, our trees, then a ditch and the neighbor's pasture. There should be no engine. I thought it was a truck engine, but couldn't be sure. Do ninja-bad guys travel in trucks? Surely not. I opened the window a crack, and realized it was the air compressor, out in the garden. We've been doing work around the house, and the air compressor had been out for who knows what. So now, it all made sense. The obvious reason for it being on was NOT that it had accidentally been left on, but the ninja-bad guys were using that as a ploy to lure me outside, far away from the house to turn it off, when they would take that opportunity to do ninja-bad guy stuff to me and the dogs. Ha! I was not going to play their game, though. I got my trusty, big Mag flashlight, and let Dozer outside. I stood in the doorway, looking rather tough in my robe and big fuzzy slippers, and watched him to see if he could smell anything out of place. Everything seemed fine, so I unplugged the compressor from the wall next to the door, called Dozer back inside, and then locked the door. Ha! Take that, you ninja-bad guys. You lost. I won.
I have a story to tell you. A story only I could come up with! As I'm sure you can imagine, it's not always easy to sleep after a life changing occurrence, and my case is no different. A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was home, just me and the dogs, and there were bad guys with guns after us. And not just your average bad guys, but ninja type bad guys. Real bad. Somehow they had gotten into the house, and I was so afraid they were going to hurt the dogs. I didn't want to call 911, because I knew they would call back, and we have caller ID, then I would be totally busted, since I'm sure, at least in my dream, it would say, "911 operator". Luckily, that's when I woke up. So there I was, just laying there in bed, wide awake at 2:00. Again. Then I heard a noise. But, I was really awake and this wasn't a dream. The noise was right outside my bedroom window, and it sounded like an engine. We have no close neighbors on that side of us, just my garden, our trees, then a ditch and the neighbor's pasture. There should be no engine. I thought it was a truck engine, but couldn't be sure. Do ninja-bad guys travel in trucks? Surely not. I opened the window a crack, and realized it was the air compressor, out in the garden. We've been doing work around the house, and the air compressor had been out for who knows what. So now, it all made sense. The obvious reason for it being on was NOT that it had accidentally been left on, but the ninja-bad guys were using that as a ploy to lure me outside, far away from the house to turn it off, when they would take that opportunity to do ninja-bad guy stuff to me and the dogs. Ha! I was not going to play their game, though. I got my trusty, big Mag flashlight, and let Dozer outside. I stood in the doorway, looking rather tough in my robe and big fuzzy slippers, and watched him to see if he could smell anything out of place. Everything seemed fine, so I unplugged the compressor from the wall next to the door, called Dozer back inside, and then locked the door. Ha! Take that, you ninja-bad guys. You lost. I won.
