The dog days of summer also brings daily afternoon storms to Florida. You can nearly set your watch by them. Anywhere around 3p.m. and 4p.m., it will assuredly rain, if not out an out thunderstorm with crazy winds and monsoon rains.
These daily storms also play havoc with the electrical and phone systems of the house. About two weeks ago, my phone started with static and random ringing or not ringing at all. I went to their web site and decided to do an online chat with a tech, to see if I could solve the problem without having someone come to the house. Now, if you've seen the commercial for a credit card company and the tech named "Peggy" then you will know my frustration and the near hysterical laughter provided to me via "Windstream". As I typed my problem into the little slot provided for the online chat, I see this typed: "Hello, my name is Peggy. How can I help you today?". I was laughing so hard that I couldn't type anymore.
Next, thing is that I must call them. So I call from a kindly neighbors house and Windstream sends out a fella to fix the phones. The minute he opens the box several wasps fly out. Wasps have a bad attitude problem. I think they are like Republicans, teenagers, and (yes) old ladies just damn angry all the time.
Finally, phone fixed. Then it is on to a neighborhood meeting about an access road (which no one really cares about) and maybe forming a neighborhood watch. We have had some strange goings on in the neighborhood, so it might be a good idea to know who the neighbors are and just to keep an eye out.
A representative from the County Sheriffs Dept. was supposed to come and relay information on setting up such a watch. Unfortunately, the local Sheriffs Office is about 30 miles away, and there is not a lot of concern about the citizens of our neighborhood. The representative just didn't show up. Makes me feel very safe.
Saturday night, after my husband had gone to bed, I hear what sounds like a loud firecracker go off just outside the back door, thinking someone had some leftover fireworks I just continue watching my television program and then off to bed. The next morning, my husband goes to town to get a newspaper and the required Sunday morning doughnuts for breakfast. Our truck needed a small repair and a tire aired up, so he pulled into the back yard. Low and behold, the entire top of a large tree had fallen out and it just missed our back deck. So, it was not a firecracker, but the tree. Guess, from now on when I hear something out of the ordinary I will take the time and effort to look out and try to determine the source.
This got me to thinking about the neighborhood watch thing. I guess, I wouldn't be very good at it. I don't seem to really care about strange noises and such. The neighbors might not feel any safer with me in their group.
The dog days of summer have put me in a stupor. Ready for some cooler days or a very large pitcher of Margaritas in the blender, Jimmy Buffett on the stereo, me and Lyle Love-It on the screen porch. This could be one of the reasons for my lack of attention to things in the neighborhood. If nothing else, the margaritas may make me see things to report to the Neighborhood Watch.
Have a wonderful week all my friends and family.
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