(Repost from myspace)
Crazy things going on...
Current mood:
weird
weirdSunday night Jason was driving back to Kentucky and should have gotten home a little after 1am. Around 12:45 am he called and said "if I don't call you, call me back in 15-20 minutes." What?!? I guess there were some large rocks in the road and he hit one (or more) and had a flat tire. He was afraid that someone had set them there deliberately. He pulled up a little ways before stopping to change his tire. He called me first and I stressed that he needed to call the police IMMEDIATELY. I also suggested he get BACK in the car and wait. (He didn't.)
He called me a few minutes later to say that after he got off the phone with the police, someone in a 4x4 came up to see if he needed help. He said the guy came from the same area where the rocks were, so he informed the guy that the police were on the way. The guy on the 4x4 left. Unbelievable. Around that time the police showed up and we got off the phone. They helped him change his tire and several other police cars showed up to move the rocks and to look for the guy on the 4x4.
They didn't ask for Jason's statement and didn't get his contact information. So even if they catch the guy(s), nothing would be done I guess. Jason called me back around 1:20 am to say he was safe and on his way home.
Isn't that just crazy? First I hit the deer, and now rocks in the road? I told Jason that if something else like this happens, one of us is moving! It's just a 3-hour trip, this is ridiculous.
Last night I was doing laundry to get ready for the arrival of my mom and step-dad this weekend. I was downstairs trying to figure out how to put a curtain up around the shower area of my basement. (There's no door on my basement.) Suddenly I heard a horrible noise come from my clothes dryer. I stopped it and then started it again. (Don't ask me why, I was hoping it wasn't as bad as my brain was telling me.) The noise went away for the most part and then started again. I stopped the dryer and smelled smoke when I opened it. I unplugged everything and got all my clothes away from the dryer. My dryer is now officially dead. I have no idea how old it was, but it was at least 30 years old, if not more. (And the light on it still worked!)
All I kept thinking was "what if I was outside, what if I was sleeping?" I just *happened* to be in the basement looking at the ceiling when it broke. I don't normally hang out in my basement. But I'm thanking God that last night I was. Just unbelievable.
So my sheets and towels are on the clothes lines all over my basement. And tonight I'm buying a new GE dryer from Sears. Hopefully it'll be delivered and installed by Friday afternoon, before the parents get here. Two years ago they bought me a new washing machine when my old one broke a week before they visited. I'm not sure they'll believe me that it's a coincidence. That and I need to finish washing the sheets for their beds. (They're used to a King sized bed in a large bedroom. So they sleep on my Queen in the guest room and the Queen hide-a-bed in my living room.)
Funny thing... a friend just emailed me to see if she could use my washing machine, hers just broke and she has 3 kids and a ton of laundry to do. Maybe she'll let me use her dryer. LOL!
