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So I’m up working at 12:51am, and I thought I’d go ahead and take advantage of a 15 hour day of creativity and finally create a custom header for this blog. I have to give a nod to The Box for the very cool download of the parts of an old book, which I used after manipulating it in Photoshop. The header above took about 20 minutes, so it might not be totally perfect.
I’m trying to remember the last time I watched TV. I think it was the weekend when I like to stay up and watch Drive Thru History, a surprisingly great program about history. I’m thinking of buying the DVDs for Garrett so he can have a counter-balance to the tainted history he’ll surely receive in public school.
We were really trying to figure out if we were going to go for it, and put our house up for sale until yesterday evening. I was out on a walk and Andrea had Garrett at the park across the street, swinging on a swingset with our HDD video camera. She saw two boys approaching, walking down the middle of the street carrying what appeared to be a gun of some kind – a riffle or something with a clip. She kept swining Garrett, as the boys were more interested in annoying a girl down the street who was part of a small group of kids, all yelling out F-bombs, among other color language. So they were distracted and didn’t see Andrea videoing the two boys with the gun. She got a few minutes of decent footage, though the YouTube version is choppy (…but can’t we now view vids in the high-quality native format? Not sure…).
Anyway, the boys went on to annoy the other girl and her friends. I came around the bend as Andrea was leaving the park. I always let Jake (my dog) off the leash when we get to the park, and he ran up to her. In retrospect I’m glad he did. He’s a panzy-dog most of the time until it comes to defending that which he is loyal to. I once saw him take down a very large Boxer who was trying to be extra friendly with me by putting paws on my chest. I can’t imagine what Jake would do or attempt if he sensed that Garrett was in danger. The boys are lucky.
When we got inside the house Andrea showed me the video. An hour later we were at the police station showing them the footage, and they were very thankful. They said they’d go looking for the boys, and to call them if we saw them again. We did see them again: On our walk home. They were walking down the middle of the street extremely slowly with their friends, all of them talking/yelling out F-bombs and girls calling each other “bitch.” The had no idea who we were, and I doubt any of them can afford a computer, let alone smart enough to find this blog, so again, I’m not concerned.
What we got out of it was a little nudge that this might be a sign to maybe pursue the move to Anderson.
