The Chicken Call

Friday a.m.
Just some interesting tidbits – when we were in Mexico this past winter everyone kept asking us “Aren’t you afraid?” Well no, but we should be now. Since the first of the year there have been 63 murders in Indianapolis – yes that is correct 63! When we were up there a week ago we just went where we had to go – no extra driving around – well except for when I got us lost and we had to go through a not so nice neighborhood.
Have to go there again in a couple of weeks, this time I’m taking Gypsy with us.
Also it has rained here for the past 11 days and is supposed to storm this afternoon. But then we are looking at a week of dry weather – I mean no rain – with highs in the upper 80s and lower 90s – but humid. And when the TV weatherman says humid it means you feel like you are breathing water. Lovely.
Went into town – Columbus 20 miles away – to go to Rural King – had to buy groceries for the animals! Corn for the deer, salt for everyone and birdseed. Never thought in my wildest dreams that I’d be shopping in a store called Rural King. How our lives change.
Worked on my quilt a while – it just keeps getting bigger and bigger – don’t know how I’ll manage to quilt it. Oh well not there yet….
Later Friday
We are waiting on a BIG storm – just west of us it has been putting off quarter sized hail and 60 mph winds. Hopefully it goes around us.
Oh yah – wanted to share a couple of notations from the Sheriff’s Log this week
“12:03 a.m. Abandoned 911 call. Upon call back caller on Fruitdale Road advises she is in the process of a divorce and filed a protective order yesterday. Upon retiring for the night, when she turned the covers down she discovered a dead chicken in her bed. Caller requests an officer.”
“12:10 a.m. Officer is on his way to Fruitdale Road to check out the chicken call.”
And so goes life in a small Midwest town.