Spectrism
6th December 2011, 02:26 PM
Anyone remember my story about the snow storm in October? Here it is....
http://gold-silver.us/forum/showthread.php?55421-Record-October-snowfall-for-Northeast/page4&highlight=generator
OK... not a great weekend.
Snow began Saturday afternoon for me. Lost power Sat evening... it came back on for a while and then shut off about 10:30pm.
Of course the idiot guy across the street ran his aweful noisy generator 24-7.
On top of that, my dog was not feeling good. She pooped out a skinny elastic waist band from underwear... and I never saw the rest of the underwear. She got bound up and was sluggish and vomitted everything she ate... except whatever was far enough in there blocking the GI tract. Stupid dog will eat clothes. Sunday I gave her some olive oil and she was able to eat a little food with oil. Sluggish all day... I was preparing for the worst. My plan was to visit the vet Monday morning if no improvement. Monday morning, she was a bit more chipper. She pooped out the bottom half of a sock and became her same old obnoxious and playful self. I was really doubting my decision to have a watchdog. Go through all the trouble, expense and time only to have a dog eat itself to death by clothes??
Then I went to start my car. Something wrong.... light on in the car... quarter on the seat... glove compartment open.... ash tray gone.... the ash tray I had 3 rolls of quarters in.... GPS gone.
Where I live, this is dairy farm country and few scumbags were here. The number of scumbags is rising exponentially.
Then I remembered the noise I heard when I was in bed Sayurday night. Power was off and asshole's generator was blaring. A rolling sound like snow sliding off the roof was heard. I disregarded it... maybe someone in my family or maybe snow or maybe.... ahhh nevermind. The family van has a sliding door. The bastards rolled that open right under my window and next to my normally vigilant WATCHDOG(?). No barks... no problem.
But the dog was not right. Another GPS gone.
The safe family homestead is not secure. If you think you are, it is a false sense of security. I alone can snap awake to the slightest disturbance. Add in the noise of distractions and family unpredictability and you have major holes in the detection system. I need to go electronic with battery-backup.
From all I have talked with regarding these kinds of events, they WILL be back. When they score an easy target, they will always think fondly of it. The things they did not grab- and there were- will haunt their memories. They will not be able to resist coming back for that extra treasure they feel they deserve to steal.
Now doggie is ready. I am ready. Boobie traps to make noise... or is it booby... or bewbie?
Meanwhile I hunt them down on the disposal side. To be continued.
I have been vigilant with traps and locks and the dog at the ready.
Today, as I was leaving to visit a customer, I felt strangely awkward leaving the house with noone else there and no cars in the driveway. It looked empty. I got 200 yards down the road and remembered that I forgot to take my rain coat. I stopped to turn around and noticed that a crappy white car was slowing down in front of my house- braking. Hmmmm.... interesting.
Forget about the coat. I am following that one. A half mile down the road I see him turn into a rich little neighborhood. That car did not belong there. I passed him and turned around at the next driveway. He comes out of the development and passes by me in his origial direction.
Oooookay.... so I go a little further down and turn around again. He was not in sight so he must have turned down the next road. I turn there and sure enough I see the car and next to it is a medium size girl approx 20 years old, light brown hair talking to the driver in the car. I slow and get a good look but continue to turn around further on.
He leaves and I notice he is in need of a muffler. Noise and no power from the cheesey little engine with no back-pressure. I followed him for miles. At some point he caught on to my tailing. Instead of confronting me, he ran. I saw him at a Cumberland Farms stop. He was not a little guy and would have nothing to fear from most people. Still, he ran from me. Very suspicious.
The place where he dropped off the girl is a multi-family slum house noted for troubled children. The cops have been there before. I think I got a good suspect.
Anyone have connections for looking up license plate numbers?
http://gold-silver.us/forum/showthread.php?55421-Record-October-snowfall-for-Northeast/page4&highlight=generator
OK... not a great weekend.
Snow began Saturday afternoon for me. Lost power Sat evening... it came back on for a while and then shut off about 10:30pm.
Of course the idiot guy across the street ran his aweful noisy generator 24-7.
On top of that, my dog was not feeling good. She pooped out a skinny elastic waist band from underwear... and I never saw the rest of the underwear. She got bound up and was sluggish and vomitted everything she ate... except whatever was far enough in there blocking the GI tract. Stupid dog will eat clothes. Sunday I gave her some olive oil and she was able to eat a little food with oil. Sluggish all day... I was preparing for the worst. My plan was to visit the vet Monday morning if no improvement. Monday morning, she was a bit more chipper. She pooped out the bottom half of a sock and became her same old obnoxious and playful self. I was really doubting my decision to have a watchdog. Go through all the trouble, expense and time only to have a dog eat itself to death by clothes??
Then I went to start my car. Something wrong.... light on in the car... quarter on the seat... glove compartment open.... ash tray gone.... the ash tray I had 3 rolls of quarters in.... GPS gone.
Where I live, this is dairy farm country and few scumbags were here. The number of scumbags is rising exponentially.
Then I remembered the noise I heard when I was in bed Sayurday night. Power was off and asshole's generator was blaring. A rolling sound like snow sliding off the roof was heard. I disregarded it... maybe someone in my family or maybe snow or maybe.... ahhh nevermind. The family van has a sliding door. The bastards rolled that open right under my window and next to my normally vigilant WATCHDOG(?). No barks... no problem.
But the dog was not right. Another GPS gone.
The safe family homestead is not secure. If you think you are, it is a false sense of security. I alone can snap awake to the slightest disturbance. Add in the noise of distractions and family unpredictability and you have major holes in the detection system. I need to go electronic with battery-backup.
From all I have talked with regarding these kinds of events, they WILL be back. When they score an easy target, they will always think fondly of it. The things they did not grab- and there were- will haunt their memories. They will not be able to resist coming back for that extra treasure they feel they deserve to steal.
Now doggie is ready. I am ready. Boobie traps to make noise... or is it booby... or bewbie?
Meanwhile I hunt them down on the disposal side. To be continued.
I have been vigilant with traps and locks and the dog at the ready.
Today, as I was leaving to visit a customer, I felt strangely awkward leaving the house with noone else there and no cars in the driveway. It looked empty. I got 200 yards down the road and remembered that I forgot to take my rain coat. I stopped to turn around and noticed that a crappy white car was slowing down in front of my house- braking. Hmmmm.... interesting.
Forget about the coat. I am following that one. A half mile down the road I see him turn into a rich little neighborhood. That car did not belong there. I passed him and turned around at the next driveway. He comes out of the development and passes by me in his origial direction.
Oooookay.... so I go a little further down and turn around again. He was not in sight so he must have turned down the next road. I turn there and sure enough I see the car and next to it is a medium size girl approx 20 years old, light brown hair talking to the driver in the car. I slow and get a good look but continue to turn around further on.
He leaves and I notice he is in need of a muffler. Noise and no power from the cheesey little engine with no back-pressure. I followed him for miles. At some point he caught on to my tailing. Instead of confronting me, he ran. I saw him at a Cumberland Farms stop. He was not a little guy and would have nothing to fear from most people. Still, he ran from me. Very suspicious.
The place where he dropped off the girl is a multi-family slum house noted for troubled children. The cops have been there before. I think I got a good suspect.
Anyone have connections for looking up license plate numbers?