Secret handshakes

June 27, 2013

Have you seen my transmitter? Broke down and contacted a few towing companies to get quotes for hauling my vehicle to the Viper alarm disengagement service across the bridge from me. One quote is $185 and I laughed at the absurdity of the 1.6 mile tow charge. Guess again, I was not born yesterday.

          Did end up finding several helpful hints on-line, once I bypassed the trademark sights. Will attempt to disarm the alarm by disconnecting the car battery, unlocking the car from the passenger side, searching high and low for the black “off” button “could be anywhere inside the car or under the hood” or removing the fuse. I could be a Viper-system-disarming-troubleshooter-expert-mechanic, by the time this is all said and done.

I feel loaded with sleepiness. The angst of working through the process of wanting and needing to leave the house, drive the car, walk the dog, pick up much needed household supplies and simply escape these four walls is enabling the prisoner to wallow.

I enjoyed the time with my friends this evening; serving tea, cookies and sticky black Scottie licorice candies while sorting out “who we are” for a few hours. I so missed the opportunity of hosting a club of girls as a child. Meeting in a tree house was out of the question but we did have fabulous snacks and lots of tall tales to share. Have yet to come up with a secret handshake. No badges required.

          Jon Jon, from upstairs, opened and closed the kitchen door numerous times, traipsing into the livingroom to ask me if my friends and I were talking and could she have some chips? Her mother yelled obscenities that boomeranged down the steps, around the corner and into the refrigerator when she found out Jon Jon had been in my house, Though JJ knew it was forbidden, asked me for a glass of juice. I suggested she ask her mother but she said she would be in “BIG problems” if I did. Jon Jon gulped the juice like a snake eating an engorged rat, declared she “had to go” and ran to use my bathroom with her little friend in tow. I am not certain why she prefers my bathroom, tromping in with her little flip flops on backwards. Her mother sprained her knee and is wearing a black brace with a hole in the center. I lent her a hot water bottle so she could alternate hot and cold per doctor’s orders. It slowed her down a bit so she couldn’t get after JJ and chase the little fuzz top out the back door and into the yard where she belonged.

JJ’s tall and wide-eyed wig-bearing friend saw Moose and said she had a cat but it died yesterday. In response to my inquiry she told me the cat “got sick one day then sicker and sicker and got up and died.” “How sad,” I murmured and she looked droopy and miserable.

The Neighborhood Watch meeting was held tonight, in conflict with my women’s group. The kind, mundane woman next door sent me the notes via email. Appears a group has been monitoring our house and suspects illicit dealings going on after dark. Of course, it isn’t happening at my door and yet, I am aware of the endless comings and goings. Mrs Kravitz declared a plastic package is being delivered on a nightly. News to me. Although I did note a man jumping over the gate in the driveway, nearly maiming himself on the inbound.

          So, I close with a song and dance, weary from doing absolutely nothing spectacular today.