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weirdest day ever
oh my god there is something in my WALLS
or possibly roof - living at attic level it's hard to tell
it's making squeaky noises kind of like when styrofoam rubs together, and it is CREEPY and what if if gets ALL THE WAY INSIDE??? and libby is just lying there like a totally lazy cat thing completely unperturbed...
oh god - now it's STOPPED - which is even WORSE!
This has been quite the day. It all began at six a.m. when my nice sound sleep was disrupted by repeated buzzings of my doorbell and knocking at the door at the bottom of the stairs. I sleep like a dead thing so it took me a minute to get up & half-conscious, then I stumbled downstairs, vaguely wondering if I was about to be horribly murdered. but no, it was a very nice police officer, who asked if I was me, and said they'd received a 911 hang-up from my phone. "Uh," I said. "I've been sleeping?" This is really what I'm like when I wake up. He asked me to verify my phone number and it seriously took me FOREVER to think of it. The whole thing was totally bizarre, and surreal in that six a.m. half-asleep there's-a-cop-at-my-door sort of way. There was some serious wind and rain last night, so maybe that somehow knocked some wires around or something, I don't know. I *was* annoyed with myself when I realized I didn't ask to see his i.d. - I always told myself I'd make police identify themselves instead of just blindly trusting someone in a uniform. But again, HALF-ASLEEP. Which would have just been really clever on his part, as I told my mom, if his reason for being there had been nefarious.
Even more hilarious? I realized yesterday I'd forgotten to mail out my completed potential juror questionnaire - I might be a juror in a federal case! except probably not, law students are probably the LAST people they want on juries - and that the legally mandated ten-day response time might have passed. My first thought when I opened the door to the cop was that they'd COME TO GET ME for failing to post a timely response.
The wall remains ominously silent...
or possibly roof - living at attic level it's hard to tell
it's making squeaky noises kind of like when styrofoam rubs together, and it is CREEPY and what if if gets ALL THE WAY INSIDE??? and libby is just lying there like a totally lazy cat thing completely unperturbed...
oh god - now it's STOPPED - which is even WORSE!
This has been quite the day. It all began at six a.m. when my nice sound sleep was disrupted by repeated buzzings of my doorbell and knocking at the door at the bottom of the stairs. I sleep like a dead thing so it took me a minute to get up & half-conscious, then I stumbled downstairs, vaguely wondering if I was about to be horribly murdered. but no, it was a very nice police officer, who asked if I was me, and said they'd received a 911 hang-up from my phone. "Uh," I said. "I've been sleeping?" This is really what I'm like when I wake up. He asked me to verify my phone number and it seriously took me FOREVER to think of it. The whole thing was totally bizarre, and surreal in that six a.m. half-asleep there's-a-cop-at-my-door sort of way. There was some serious wind and rain last night, so maybe that somehow knocked some wires around or something, I don't know. I *was* annoyed with myself when I realized I didn't ask to see his i.d. - I always told myself I'd make police identify themselves instead of just blindly trusting someone in a uniform. But again, HALF-ASLEEP. Which would have just been really clever on his part, as I told my mom, if his reason for being there had been nefarious.
Even more hilarious? I realized yesterday I'd forgotten to mail out my completed potential juror questionnaire - I might be a juror in a federal case! except probably not, law students are probably the LAST people they want on juries - and that the legally mandated ten-day response time might have passed. My first thought when I opened the door to the cop was that they'd COME TO GET ME for failing to post a timely response.
The wall remains ominously silent...
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at least they came... was it your phone number? that's so freaking bizarre.
you've probably got either mice or squirrels in your walls. if they came in i'm SURE libby would scare them away.
are we still fabric shopping tomorrow??? i sure hope so!
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my first thought was mice or squirrels - but then I started hearing fluttering. so now I'm thinking it's a BAT! god that would suck.
and yes, still planning on that! if I planned on around 1, would that be too late?
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You'd think so, but in New York State, they've tightened up the system to the point where almost nobody can get out of jury duty. Case in point: when I got called back in January, the Oswego City Court judge who was presiding told us that a year or so ago he was called for County Court jury duty. He said he was shocked to find that he was not dismissed based on the facts that 1. He was a judge, and 2. He knew most of the people in the County Court system personally.
Of course that's just NYS. Who knows what kind of standards the Feds have. But I would say that if a judge had to pull jury duty, then I can't think of too many people who could feel like their association with the legal system could get them out of it.
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We also had a bat fly through the front door one night. I was so petrified I hid under a blanket until my Mom yelled at me to stop being a baby and help her out. We eventually got it to fly out the back door, but it was pretty traumatic.
Sleep well! (Awww...don't you miss my snarkiness?)