Good morning friends~ I started my hurricane Iselle day at 4:30am (yes AM) with police officers banging on my door. I raced out in my underwear, still stuck in my dream about Thomas Jefferson & Pres. Obama in a conspiracy theory link/civil war conspiracy theory stuff, only to be faced with 2 officers. I actually thought neighbors were outside and needed immediate help which is why i didnt take time to put anything on (next time i will take the time regardless of situation). They were polite about waking me up, and i actually thank them, explaining about my weird dream. I then invited them in for tea, which they declined. Silently i start thinking they finally have a reason to wear these polyester uniforms...they look so dry and water-resistant. Im also thinking they look real perky for the middle of the night and wondering how the female officer keeps her skin in such great condition. Suddenly they interrupt my inner dialogue and ask, for the 2nd or 3rd time, if Ive been calling them. Apparently they were receiving dropped 911 calls from an old landline in my house. Im like, Thats is so spooky!, and their like Yah!. Immediately i want to ask them if they think a ghost is in my house, and how its possible i was unaware of this presence for the last 2 years. Thankfully the mechanism that controls whats in my head and what comes out of my mouth finally turns on, and I dont ask them this question. It was a crazy way to start the day! And as im finally falling back to sleep an earthquake wakes me up. Im taking these events as omens to treat the day with care, sage the house... and make sure i vote this week.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 17:37:03 +0000
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