Broken Plate

Sometimes it would be wise to stay in bed, have a snack or two, and watch movies or read through the day.

That's how I felt this last Saturday when all sorts of unusual things began happening.

It was an all nighter on Friday night for some people close to me, and so the day took on even more of a surreal effect...

An ambulance and police car visited the neighbors across the street from us. When the same neighbors stopped by later in the early evening to ask me a question, and when I asked how they were, they somehow sidestepped the question and referred to it as an 'incident'. Good thing I'm not too nosy, or I would have continued with that line of questioning.

At the same time, the neighbors beside us were outside in the dusk with their brand new puppy with a bark the size of a building, and with a name like Scooby, I began to feel like our whole neighborhood was becoming a virtual comic strip.

The night before, another friend/neighbor began moving, and with all the help he was receiving, it seemed the move was going nowhere....after all, they had to take a break now and then and trot off to visit anyone who was willing to part with a beverage or two!

During this hectic day, I managed to drop a large Corning Ware plate on our kitchen tile.

It exploded/shattered into a million pieces and flew from one end of the house to the other.

Chipper was lying in the kitchen minding his own business and ended up with quite a few bits of plate in his fur. He was unconcerned, as usual, but as I was picking out the shards, I realized it was a good thing his eyes had been shut!

Perhaps now and then we need a day like this to remind us how nice a normal day is. Although, I'm not really sure what a normal day is.

BrownSugar
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