Posts Tagged ‘swimming pool’

Stray Rock, my foot!

May 16, 2010

Bullet hole through glass.

Last night I was reminded of an interesting story from our not-so-distant past that I have never shared here on MSJ.  We were house sitting for my parents, enjoying their large home, TV and swimming pool, and all was well.  Or so we thought.  I had a bad cold at the time and preferred to be heavily medicated at bedtime, so as not to awake 403 times during the night.  In the dark of the night, a VERY loud blast caused my husband to jump out of bed and yell something.  I had earplugs in, so I didn’t understand him.  Plus I was drugged… and happy about it.

The lights flicked on and I was realizing quickly that something had excited my dear husband.  Upon the removal of earplugs, he proceeded to tell me that something came through the window right across from his head.  After some detective work, we found two holes in the double-paned window, a hole in the wooden blinds and shards of glass and wood all over the carpet.  The holes were all about 3/4″ round.  This was not a stray thrown rock…. it was a bullet! I watched enough Perry Mason episodes to know a bullet from a rock!

Being still heavily under the influence of NyQuil, I went to the family room and fell asleep on the couch.  Rick called the police and they said they would come and see in daylight.  The next day we searched the floor in the bedroom and found a bullet slug!  Now, my parents lived in a nice neighborhood!  Nice homes with nice people!  This is not downtown Phoenix I’m talking about.  This is a Lexus, Shih Tzu, swimming pool, diamond tennis bracelet neighborhood.

The slug was found approximately 12 feet in the other direction from the entry holes in the window and blind.  We figured out from the angle of the holes that the bullet would have hit Rick in the head, if it hadn’t been for an industrial strength wrought iron bedside table that deflected the shot.  I was in awe of God’s protection

The police figured it was a stray shot from the mountain preserve next to my parent’s home.  I wondered why anyone would be in the mountain preserve in the middle of the night.  There’s cactus, coyotes, javelina and bobcats up there.  It seemed more likely to me that it was shot from a car passing by from the street adjacent to the side yard. 

Anyway, the windows were replaced as well as the slat for the blind.  No one died.  The carpet was vacuumed.  And we are still saying our prayers before bedtime!  Sweet dreams!

Love is in the Air (over at my parent’s house)

May 22, 2009

This is how the story went down starting last Tuesday…. I was over at my parent’s home watering their flowers at 10:00 at night (because we all know plants are able to soak up so much more water without the blistering sunshine).  My mom and dad’s back yard has a nice sized covered patio then a cozy pool with a waterfall of large stones on the far side in front of the iron fence that looks out over a ravine of trees and cacti.  (whew) On that particular night, there was a STRANGE nature-made noise that was a cross between a cicada buzz and a whirling bird and it was SO LOUD that it hurt my ears.  I sprayed the hose over the fence to see if that would shut it up, but no, it simply moved over to avoid the onslaught.  I even called my kids to the backyard to hear the vibrating shrill melody…. and they were just as amazed as I was at the volume.

Last night I picked my parents up at the airport and transported them back to their noisy sanctuary.  And yes, the noise was still offending those who desired to sleep at night.  Mom and I went out to the patio to listen at close range.  It was even louder than Tuesday night.  Unbelievably loud.  I kept my fingers in my ears.  No joke.  THEN I saw something move on the waterfall boulders.  Creep me out.  I ran inside to grab a flashlight and now my dad was on his way to the patio too.  It was frogs!  Several frogs!  Calling to one another in sweet romantic interludes of joy.  I followed them with the flashlight as they swam around in the pool.  Man, they’re fast!  Dad scooped them with the net and sent them on a one-way flying trip into the ravine.  He flung about 3 or 4 of the slower ones.  The faster, trickier ones were hiding among the boulders of the waterfall.

Mom and I were enjoying the show from the patio when I glanced down to see two frogs right next to us who had obviously been playing leap frog, but the leaper didn’t make it all the way over and was stuck on top of the bottom frog  (insert candlelight and light jazz music here).  But did they enjoy a casual evening of love? No!  They got screaming women and a flashlight beam blinding them in the middle of their leap frog game.  I’ve never seen a little frog hold on so tight as the big, fat bottom frog was hopping around trying to avoid mom, me and the laser light show.  I could see his little skinny arms clinging firmly for his dear green life…. and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.  Yes, they escaped unscathed under the cupboard where the pool chemicals are kept. 

Silence descended on the love oasis and the three of us returned inside.  Lo and behold, not ten minutes later the amorous signing started up again with a vengeance.  Unbelievable!  Mom and Dad needed earplugs in order to fall asleep.  See, love is in the air.

Down time? What down time?

May 28, 2008

Just when I was hoping to lie on my yard swing and read historical novels to take me away from the here and now to an English garden and young love… I made a “to do” list last night.  Shoot.  Down time starts on June 14, as far as I can tell.

Adoption news: Nothing substantial, just our fingerprints expiring and needing renewal.  I don’t really understand how fingerprints can expire????  They don’t change for your whole life… why a 12 month expiration date?  The only thing that lasts longer than fingerprints is Twinkies.

Larisa’s Jr. High Graduation:  It’s THIS Sunday, and I still need to make her beautiful red strapless dress a conservative Christian strapped dress.  She informed me this morning as she stood shoulders bare on the living room coffee table that she wants the gown floor length.  That really limits my fabric availability to make G-rated straps.  What to do? 

Anniversary Celebration:  Rick and I actually got away to a resort for 3 days without children, cell phones or business talk.  Day two as we lounged by the pool, he leans up on his elbow, blocks my sun and says, “We need to hire someone to do email blitzing for your book.”  I spoke a little too harshly with my “WE ARE NOT TALKING BUSINESS THIS WEEKEND!” as was noted by surrounding looks on sunbathing faces.  But it worked.  He laid his natural-born-tanned-self down and with a sigh, conceded, “Shot down.”  I added, “In a blaze of glory.” 

Boys:  Need I say more?  I thought these two little wiry guys were leaders among their peers.  Well, in our absence, the leadership qualities turned to the dark side.  I just returned from one of our pastor’s homes where the boys had thrown dirt clods and rocks into their pool.  It is not heated.  heh heh heh.  Aus and Keeve had to dive over and over and over to get all the stones out.  I won’t even comment on their cannonball behavior at another community pool.  Sheesh.

Bags for Zaza:  See previous post.  Amazingly, 8 of 9 bags sold in 48 hours.  Way to go Auntie Jennie!  I’m feeling the pull of the Singer.  Me and my chenille might meet up after June 14th.

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