Thursday, April 19, 2018

Five Precautions / Lack of Precautions at 5:00


  1. When daylight savings begins or ends, I dread changing the time on our analogue clocks.  Why?  It's the re-hanging.  I know there are hacks* for returning those timepieces to their nails, but guys, every time I just go ahead and do it...the nail vanishes into the drywall and the clock slides down the wall, unhung, and I think, "I'll get it next time, no point devises some clever device..." and then nail torments me a handful of times before I succeed.  I've thought "Next time I'm going to do this a better way" for a lot of clock changes.  (*even an anchored screw would help...though I could still miss a few times)
  2. A couple weeks ago, Haki began reversing down the drive-way.  We were on our way to athletics.  Ivy squealed in the back of the car.  I asked what was the matter.  I heard Ivy's window going down in answer.  "Spider!" She added, "There's a spider on my shoe."  Thunk.  She threw her whole shoe out the window.  Arachnophobe Esky: "Thatta girl!"   Me: Face-palm.  This is all Haki's doing.  Or genetics.
  3. Last week I made a quick supermarket run.  I almost always use self-check-outs.  (Think what you like.) I selected that I wanted cash out, knowing I was due to pay Esky's weekly chore coin and needed to top up my parking change pocket.  I unfurled my reusable bag, bagged my groceries, tapped my card in payment (again, think what you like), took my groceries...and left.  I realised hours later I had left before the cash spat out.  When I returned to the store's information desk, some honest human had turned the money in.  I named a few things I'd purchased (they'd reprinted receipt) and the cash was mine.  Haki did not believe my cash would still be there.  Go, human race.
  4. Mia and I built her a cardboard box car this week.  Before bed, she asked if I would park it by my bed and keep it safe.  I said it would be safe in our house.  She then suggested, "We should take the wheels off before we go to sleep so no one takes them." (Where did she learn this?) I laughed and said it would be safe.  When I checked on her later than night, I found the car nestled up, pressed against her bedside. Suffice to say, no one stole her rims that night.
  5. On paper, the street our house is on -- the street we use every day -- has been deemed illegal and unfit for use.  There's no signage or people turning up taping it off.  It seems like a bureaucratic battle over who pays for upkeep more than anything.  But my point?  We're outlaws.
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