Five (Plus One) for Friday, Edition #41: The Gallimaufry Edition

1) The ghost: I think our house is haunted. Let me explain. There was THIS DAY. Here are the events that unfolded on THAT DAY.

• When I walked Hannah in the morning, the back door was locked when I got home. I swear I didn't lock it, but I'll grant you there was a slim possibility I did. But it was probably the ghost.
• The doorbell didn't work when I tried to ring it to get Dr. BB to let us in. I had to wander around the house banging on windows looking like a burglar. This, it turns out, is because the doorbell battery was dead, but I think the ghost did it.
• When we got home after work, our front door was WIDE OPEN. And I think it had been open ALL DAY when we were not home. I mean, Hannah would have murdered anyone who tried to get in, but we very rarely use the front door. How was it open? (Hypothesis: Dr. BB left it open when he was fiddling with the doorbells. I mean, maybe. Or it was the ghost.)
• When Dr. BB went to take a shower that night, there was stuff all over the bathroom floor. The squeegee we use to clean the shower door, a washcloth, and my towel. On the floor! I had just been in that room to clean the litter box and nothing was on the floor, but obviously the ghost had a beef. 

2) Passwords: I recently had to change my password at work and I realized that I've never talked about my password strategy. I go to the last note I've made in an ebook and I use that as a guide. The last thing I marked is from the book The Martian Contingency and it's the following line: Purim is easily the most fun of the Jewish holidays. I'm pretty sure I marked it because I've never heard of Purim (because I suck).

Anyway, if I were going to make a password from this (I am not because I already changed my password recently), I'd make it something like Pizez!!!mostest1001 because 1001 is the location number on the Kindle. And then I'd think about that book every time I type my password, which is dozens of times a day. I had a password from the mediocre book Zazen for a time and I always sort of wished it was from a better book. But the password I currently have is from a book I actively disliked, so that's even worse!

What's your password creation strategy?

3) It takes a village/I am THAT NEIGHBOR/are the boys okay?: Two incidents in my neighborhood have me concerned that I am the neighbor other neighbors talk about.

• There's a "rustic road" that I take to get to the next town over. It floods at least once a year, has potholes the size of a VW Beetle, and is sort of hilly, so the sightlines can be tricky. It's also a popular place for people to cycle, walk, and run, so you have to stay alert. Constant vigilance, as Mad-Eye Moody would say.  I was driving Hannah to get a bath and I noticed a person in a black hoodie sitting on the side of the road with their back to it - their back to a road with bad sightlines and no shoulder. I pulled over, threw on my flashers, and went to see if the person needed help. It was a teen boy and I asked if he was okay, thinking maybe he'd fallen on a run or something and he started laughing and said they had problems on a boat (who's they? what boat? I don't know) and he was waiting for someone to come pick him up to take him to the truck so he could pick up his brother. I was very confused by this description of events, but just as I was about to ask if I could drive him to the truck, an ATV pulled up and he got in.

• This next one, though, this is the one that's keeping me up at night. I was walking back from the community center on Monday night and I noticed two little boys PLAYING ON A ROOF. TINY BOYS. ONE WAS ONLY WEARING A DIAPER.  (A lot of houses in our neighborhood have porches/additions with flat roofs that you can access from windows/doors on the second floor. Our house has this exciting feature. This is what they were playing on. Not a pitched roof. It was only one story up and flat, but if a baby falls from one story, they can STILL DIE.) Another man was headed in my direction and he asked me "did you notice those kids on the roof?" and I said "did you do anything about it?" and he just shook his head. Meanwhile, there were THREE OTHER ADULTS across the street yelling at the kids, but not doing anything.
  
  You know what I did? I marched to the house, knocked on the door, and when a lady answered, I asked her if she knew her boys were on the roof and she said A LOT OF SWEAR WORDS and ran upstairs. I heard the older boy say "she's telling mom on us" as I waited below the porch with my arms out (liked I'd be able to catch one?) while the mom corralled them back inside. That lady was mad and I heard her say a bunch more swears as I walked home. Why did any of the other FOUR ADULTS who noticed this before I arrived on scene not do something? I had a nightmare that night and the adrenaline from seeing those kids on that roof is not something I ever want to relive. 

4) Wherefore art thou green beans? - I had all the stuff for my green bean salad except for green beans. EZ. Go get green beans and have a salad ready for lunch all week? Don't mind if I do. Except I went to five stores and four of them had ZERO green beans and one of them had DISGUSTING green beans. Is there a green bean shortage I am unaware of? 

5) CBWC - April is Cool Blogger Walking Club time! Elisabeth sponsors it and it basically just asks that you do at least ten minutes of intentional movement every day. Who's in? 

6) It's gawk at dangerous weather time! - I'm currently helping a friend so I am not at home. Last night there was a tornado watch/warning/watch at my home and Dr. BB was home alone with the girls. He laughed about how all the neighbors were out stormwatching, but then was no longer laughing when the sirens were going off and he had to somehow get two four-legged creatures into our asbestos-filled basement. They both had to be carried down and I have to admit that I am a bit concerned that my chronic rhabdo having husband carried a presumably squirmy 50-pound dog down the stairs.

Let tornado season begin!

In the meantime, my friend is mostly sleeping and I have been able to get a lot of work done (when you're not at the office, you get shit done because no one is stopping by to irritate you) and read a lot. I even did a short yoga thing. I'm "helping," but it actually sort of feels like a vacation? 

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Have you had an adrenaline raising situation recently? Ever "saved" children on a roof? Who's in for CBWC? Are there too many capslock in this post?