Serious/not serious/worse?
Jul. 1st, 2009 10:23 amLast night, I thought R was at home and had gone to bed, with the central air blowing air around the house (but not ventilating with the outside world). So I went to sleep.
I woke up at 12:15 or so, to the sound of five gunshots. It sounded like they were coming from near the train tracks, just south of us. My sleep-addled brain instructed me to get low to the ground--I suspect that this was either drug-related or somehow tied to the high school area. A short while later, two more shots were fired, somewhere off to our west.
There's just not much to do in a situation like this. Part of me REALLY wants to get a neighborhood watch started, at least to distribute flyers with police contact info on them up and down the street. It couldn't hurt. But it would be a lot of work, and there are so many crappy rental properties on our street with really high turnover that it seems like it would be a futile endeavor. In the very least, we have our small corner of three houses, as well as the folks in the house right across the street.
It was really hard to get back to sleep--I was too hot, sweat-soaked. It's really strange to get used to sweating in the way I'm sweating now, where most of the sweat is just straight water, but is just unstoppable because of the heat. The one nice side-effect is that when most people are complaining about how hot it is, I really don't feel all that hot.
My sunburn has started to peel. Last night, after I rode home from the Tuesday night CRAP ride, I noticed beads of sweat on my arm that wouldn't wipe off. The sunburned skin is apparently not as porous as regular skin, so sweat got trapped between the outermost layer and the tissue underneath. It's one of the strangest things ever.
Back to ants. Between the lack of sleep and the abundance of ant-watching, I'm feeling crazy.
I woke up at 12:15 or so, to the sound of five gunshots. It sounded like they were coming from near the train tracks, just south of us. My sleep-addled brain instructed me to get low to the ground--I suspect that this was either drug-related or somehow tied to the high school area. A short while later, two more shots were fired, somewhere off to our west.
There's just not much to do in a situation like this. Part of me REALLY wants to get a neighborhood watch started, at least to distribute flyers with police contact info on them up and down the street. It couldn't hurt. But it would be a lot of work, and there are so many crappy rental properties on our street with really high turnover that it seems like it would be a futile endeavor. In the very least, we have our small corner of three houses, as well as the folks in the house right across the street.
It was really hard to get back to sleep--I was too hot, sweat-soaked. It's really strange to get used to sweating in the way I'm sweating now, where most of the sweat is just straight water, but is just unstoppable because of the heat. The one nice side-effect is that when most people are complaining about how hot it is, I really don't feel all that hot.
My sunburn has started to peel. Last night, after I rode home from the Tuesday night CRAP ride, I noticed beads of sweat on my arm that wouldn't wipe off. The sunburned skin is apparently not as porous as regular skin, so sweat got trapped between the outermost layer and the tissue underneath. It's one of the strangest things ever.
Back to ants. Between the lack of sleep and the abundance of ant-watching, I'm feeling crazy.