Scully Columbo... Detective

 

"Oh, I didn't come to ask you anymore questions, I came to arrest you."

~Columbo

Okay, we all made it to another Friday. That's a good thing, however I'm tired, so it's another adventure with Scully for this blog post. In this installment Scully is a detective just like Columbo. Will he solve the case? Just wait and see. This is one of the shorter videos, but it's lovely, so just enjoy a few minutes off from being an adult. Turn off the gloom and doom. It will all be there later, I promise.

Also on Friday, August 29th, 2025

 

 

“There was no other sound in the world like a car crash.”

 
― Maggie Stiefvater,

  The Dream Thieves

 

Also on Friday, as we were returning from picking up our new kitty, Tyler, this happened! Not to us, but these two cars. One was making a left turn into a gated community, the white car was speeding in the right lane, coming in the opposite direction, and hit the SUV and a crash occurred which knocked the SUV on its side. We stopped immediately, to provide help if needed, and to make sure they had a witness if need be. As it turns out, the car parked behind the accident, also stopped, and that man had to run down the passenger of the white car that got out and ran. I am reluctant to show his photo, as he was only 15. But what does that say, that he would leave his friend, who was injured, and run? Amazingly, an off duty police officer was driving behind the white car and saw him hit the SUV! That's very bad news for him!

 

 And get this, that was the second accident we had seen in two days!

 

We had to drive down to the Bay Area on Thursday, to pick up Tyler. That ended up being it's own drama, I will share about that sometime. So, anyway, we were kinda stressed on the way home, which I am sure you understand, and then, suddenly, we were witnesses to an accident. We also stopped at that one. Fortunately, there were no injuries! They exchanged their info amicably and we were on our way again. Luckily, there was no need for the police. As was good, so we were on our way.

 

But...

 

On the very top of the Altamont Pass, the engine light came on in the Cooper! Holy Hell! It turned out to be a minor thing, and again we were on our way, but doggone, can anything else scare the Hell out of me? Whew! Thursday was a day, and Friday had it's moments too, but we were okay. The biggest dramas were happening to others. It didn't matter to me if it was a democrat or republican, it never entered my mind, all I knew was that we had to stop when those accidents happened, and help! End of story. I hope others feel the same, but I don't know, we are all so fractured right now. Sigh.

 

Anyway was a strange week, and I can't help but wonder how much the moon, or sun flares, or just plain being distracted, by all the worldly drama played a part. All I know is we are okay, and that's the story. Driving on HWY 4 and the Altamont is a challenge. People speed, and weave in and out of traffic. You have to really be aware of what's happening around you. You just do. I hate taking HWY 4 in any direction, but if I want to do some birding this year, at the Clifton Court Forebay, we have to take HWY 4. It's the only way to get there! I guess I will worry about it when the time comes, sometime after the middle of this month!

 

For now... Ohmmm Ohmmm, HERE KITTY KITTY KITTY😊

 

 

Which Child Are You?

"Life is a B movie: It's stupid, and it's strange, it's a directionless story, the dialogue is lame, but in the "he said/she said' sometimes there's some poetry if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally."

-Ani Difranco

Mondays. Most people hate them, not me, I enjoy a good Monday. Monday is my hump day. LOL. Stop thinking naughty... lol... all I mean is that Monday's are Alan's Wednesdays. You know... hump... as in the middle of the work week? LOL. Anyway, last week is over, my mood has improved, and while I am kinda tired and fighting some of the usual affects of Fibromyalgia, I am thinking more positively then I was a few days ago. Sometimes a good rant or two can be good for the soul. You know, out with the old, in with the new. Hopefully, with the warmer weather coming in, a nice photo session I have planned with my kitty, and a Round Robin Challenge planned for this week, I will have plenty to keep me busy and happy. I slept a long time today, and I am still sleepy, so I am going to go to bed early tonight. :) Sleep, on a slightly cold night, is so wonderful. I love to climb inside the fuzzy blankets and drift off to a deep sleep. :)

The other night, or morning I should say, I tried to let go of the days irritations by doing some positive imagery. My thoughts were kind of scattered. I kept ruminating on the woes, so I began to switch to music lyrics. That was fun. I got more than one song stuck in my brain. Ever try to fall asleep while trying to get the words to "Walk This Way," out of your brain? LOL. Or worse, "Rag Doll." Steven Tyler gets me every time. What to do, what to do? It was a thinker, until I decided to go full stop on thinking all together! Ever try that? LOL. Oh my, that wouldn't work. Ok, so how about my other favorite way to drift off to sleep... The List Game. It's a version of counting sheep, only less woolly. Lists of soap opera characters, state capitols, paint color samples, crayons, anything will work as a topic, as long as you find it trivial enough that you eventually bore yourself to sleep.

Somehow, I managed to go through all my lists, and still no real sleepiness. I finally gave up, put on C-SPAN and that did the trick like it always does. I have an 8-hour video tape of a C-Span session from 1999, that I keep on hand for times when sleep is just not interested in paying me a visit. Stupid Sandman. I fell asleep just fine, but while I was asleep, I dreamed I was talking about poetry with the Invisible Man. Yep that's right, The Invisible Man. I know what your thinking, if the man I was discussing poetry with was invisible, how do I know it was THE Invisible Man? Well, see, sometime back I wrote an entry about how unusual it was to realize, while watching the movie, "Abbott & Costello Meet The Invisible Man," on AMC, that he ( the invisible man) went commando, and I recognized him from that movie. Still a strange thought though... that he (The Invisible Man) goes commando.

Anyway, Mr. Invisible and I were talking about that Mother Goose poem, "Monday's Child." You know the one...

Monday's Child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

And so I asked him, what day of the week he was born on. Now, considering the movie I was referencing was in my dream state, it would mean that I was speaking with Arthur Franz who played the invisible man in that particular movie. His character's name was Tommy Nelson. Since the movie never mentions the birthday of the invisible man, the dream went about it's way the way dreams do, meaning I probably fell into a deep enough sleep, that our conversation was no longer useful to my brain. When I woke up however, I was still considering our interaction, so I decided to look up the birthday of Arthur Franz, in his Internet biography. He was born, February 29th, 1920 and passed away on, June 16th, 2006. From there I went to Calendar Home.com and looked up what day of the week his birthday fell on. He was born on a Sunday. He was a Sunday's child.

I am a Friday's child. I was nearly a Saturday's child. I was born at 10:31 PM on June 29th, 1962. Sigh. I like my birthday, and my zodiac sign, and even where the poems places me, but I have to wonder about poor Wednesday. I know the character of Wednesday Adams was named after the poem. Wednesdays are notoriously bad days for me, which is why I will never schedule another meeting for that day of the week as long as I live. LOL. I tell myself that it isn't true, one day can't be worse than any of the rest of the week. It's just a day, then like a schmuck I schedule something important and then the fur flies, and I am right back in my bed that night ruminating on how everything would have been fine, had it not been a Wednesday. Sigh. It's exhausting, lol, but not in a good way. ;)

Wanna share? If you are one of my lurkers, now is a good time to say hello. Tell me what day of the week you were born. If you aren't sure of the day, you can find out at CalendarHome.com. Just go to the top left side of the header banner and put in a year. It will redirect you to a full calendar page for that year. Come on, you know you want to. :)

-OndineMonet
"Pear Blossom"
Berkeley, California
March 31, 2007
Afternoon