This morning the wife wakes me up to say “OMG, I think a bear got into the backyard --the bark on one of the pine trees is torn off to about six feet high!”
It sure looked like bear doings, but upon closer inspection it was puppy work. Baxter, the 4-month-old pit bull, apparently found a piece of bark to tug on and it came off in a huge chunk. He must have done it during the night pee-pee break.
Not terribly surreal, but on Sunday I passed a Jeep Grand Cherokee that was identical to mine; because I’ve added post-market equipment, it was rather odd (chrome runner, chrome bumper, fancy hitch, full roof racks, and Thule kayak racks). And the same rather rare color.
A few months ago, stopping at the 24-hour supermarket for some dinner after getting off graveyard, a slightly disheveled but perfectly coherent fellow near the entrance politely asked me what the date was.
After I told him, he asked “…what year?”
:eek:
Well, after getting the answer, he thanked me and left. He didn’t seem upset, so I guess the time machine worked.
A few years ago, a friend and I were about to enter a Mexican restaurant. A man stood be the entrance wearing a sign. On it were the words BAD SIGN.
He was still there when we left. I went up to him and said “Don’t worry. Say your prayers and one day it will be a Good Sign.”
This morning I went to the library’s book sale and picked up a book on Nostradamus. I thought of the Edgar Leoni book I had on the subject that finally fell apart, I read it so much. It was not there in the morning.
This afternoon I went back to the book sale and there was the Leoni book, complete with dust jacket. I bought it.
How surreal is that.