I'm always the last person to know what's going on. I'm sure the wife, daughter and son do that deliberately because the old fuddy dutty may have something to say about it. Well yesterday my wife informed me she was dropping off the kids at a train station at 1PM so they can go to Octoberfest. The kids being my daughter the boyfriend and 2 other college recent graduates. Apparently you can sample 250 kinds of beer all for $25. I learned during the drive over that thousands were expected to attend. I visualize a situation fraught wth peril - hordes of drunken kids, in Philly and all that goes with that. I decided to go along for the ride to the station so we could hit Lowes on the way home as I wanted to replace a LED flood light that illuminates my back deck. RayinPenn doesn't like a dark house.
I didn't want to be gone from the house too long because Dusty is still recuperating and I don't want her messing with those staples. We get home and I watched and enjoyed the Penn State game, slip out at half time and replace the Broken flood light and then watch some TV and before you know it was 9PM. It was around then that we heard the first of 2 what sounded like gunshots/small explosions. Both times the dog put up a fuss for a few minutes and eventually calmed down.
Those explosions set the tone for the evening.
I normally hit the sack at 9:30PM yeah I also get up at 5AM. Well there was a promise by the Mrs that she would pick up the kids if it wasn't past 11PM. No way would I allow her to go alone. An hour later then usual -10:30 and I walk dusty, I immediately hear the dogs barking down the street. Something (deer) or someone is moving about. Dusty is staring off into the distance listening.. the dogs dont let up. Since the next door neighbors breakin, the 'footprints in the snow' incident and the 9MM i found on the grass I'm on guard. I lock the screen door too.. [mod edit]
Around 10:45 the daughter texts that they are catching the 11:04 train and they would 'Uber it'. Around 11:10 my daughter speaks to the Mrs and confirms we are on the train. I've had enough and go to bed. The Mrs follows me 10 minutes later and tells me she feels a bit guilty because she believes the daughter was fishing for my wife to volunteer to pick them up. "your 60 years old I don't think we need to be the taxi service." I start to drift off when Dusty goes crazy again. I check the cameras (they have night vision) and can see nothing but Dogs don't tell scary stories - she has heard something. I calm her and call here up and eventually she finds her bed. The daughter rolls in around midnight "I forgot my keys". I am too old for this stuff.
I find a broken mirror in the road at the back of my property.
I didn't want to be gone from the house too long because Dusty is still recuperating and I don't want her messing with those staples. We get home and I watched and enjoyed the Penn State game, slip out at half time and replace the Broken flood light and then watch some TV and before you know it was 9PM. It was around then that we heard the first of 2 what sounded like gunshots/small explosions. Both times the dog put up a fuss for a few minutes and eventually calmed down.
Those explosions set the tone for the evening.
I normally hit the sack at 9:30PM yeah I also get up at 5AM. Well there was a promise by the Mrs that she would pick up the kids if it wasn't past 11PM. No way would I allow her to go alone. An hour later then usual -10:30 and I walk dusty, I immediately hear the dogs barking down the street. Something (deer) or someone is moving about. Dusty is staring off into the distance listening.. the dogs dont let up. Since the next door neighbors breakin, the 'footprints in the snow' incident and the 9MM i found on the grass I'm on guard. I lock the screen door too.. [mod edit]
Around 10:45 the daughter texts that they are catching the 11:04 train and they would 'Uber it'. Around 11:10 my daughter speaks to the Mrs and confirms we are on the train. I've had enough and go to bed. The Mrs follows me 10 minutes later and tells me she feels a bit guilty because she believes the daughter was fishing for my wife to volunteer to pick them up. "your 60 years old I don't think we need to be the taxi service." I start to drift off when Dusty goes crazy again. I check the cameras (they have night vision) and can see nothing but Dogs don't tell scary stories - she has heard something. I calm her and call here up and eventually she finds her bed. The daughter rolls in around midnight "I forgot my keys". I am too old for this stuff.
I find a broken mirror in the road at the back of my property.
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