Sunday, March 27, 2016

Before Sunrise Service

Inspirational song: Shot in the Dark (Ozzy Osbourne)

Our neighbor up the street, unbeknownst to us, left his house around 5 am for breakfast. Half an hour later, someone was in front of his house, emptying a full magazine of a 9mm pistol. It was a horrible way to wake up. We had no idea who, what, or where. We just knew it was close. It sounded like someone was hammering on sheet metal right next to our pillows. Mr S-P went outside with a flashlight (still in his jammies and a robe) to investigate, and he talked to the cops when they arrived. They found the shell casings (something like 15 of them) scattered in the street, but for all their searching, there was no sign of a target. There was no person bleeding anywhere, no ambulance called. There was no damage to property, either a house or a car. There wasn't even a hint that a tree was hit. So as the man said, either the gun was fired into the air or this guy was the world's worst shot ever. This wasn't just not hitting the broadside of a barn. This was a neighborhood full of houses, and not a one was nicked. The neighbor whose house was closest to the action didn't even know it had happened, until Mr S-P walked down to let him know there was action while he was gone.

We stayed awake for a while, drinking coffee and trying to come down off the adrenaline. By 7:30, I knew I was going to need to try to sleep a little more or I wouldn't make it through the whole day. By 9 I knew that the coffee was a mistake. I tried to sleep and failed miserably. I'm definitely not staying up for the late news tonight, but I probably will record it, in case our neighborhood gets a quick mention (I doubt it, as there were no cameras visible this morning).

I wanted to be chipper and awake today. We got together with the family for a holiday dinner, and it would have been better to be alert than flagging by mid-afternoon. I made it through most of the day, until we had an Easter egg hunt for grownups, after which we all sat around eating jelly beans and M&Ms from the plastic eggs we'd found. Sugar coma took me down hard after that. But lunch was amazing, the buffet was delicious, and our niece was an excellent hostess. It was a really good chance to get caught up with the family. Conversation is always lively, and our alarming morning certainly added to the discussion.






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