Lazy day. Hot, humid, chance of thunderstorms. Even after my workout I couldn't get my act together.
Time for the 10 minute walk down to the mailbox on the main road. Grab the dog, the lead and decided to leave the 642 since I was wearing sweat shorts and I thought it might rain.
No drama but on the way back a neighbor stops me on the road and thanks me for telling him about the bear around the other night. He has a six year old daughter and he ended up seeing it the following evening alongside their house.
Then he asks me what's going on? I look at him clueless. He says that when he was driving to pick up his daughter he saw six or eight deputies tearing around our rural subdivision and its gravel roads with lights on. I saw nothing and told him so.
Funny thing is that when I was walking down the mountain to the road I was thinking about Murphy's Law and not having a gun when you needed one, the one time you weren't carrying. Well, for me that might have been today if the deputies were chasing someone desperate enough to try to grab up a hostage, or something similar.
Well, it was an inexpensive wake up call that I shouldn't have needed, especially given my reverie...
Mayberry ain't always Mayberry, and it's better to be prepared than end up regretting the lack of preparation later on.
(Preaching to the choir but sometimes even the choir needs a wake up call.)
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Originally Posted by Sidheshooter
