Happy Monday from Nokomis, Florida. Typically I would say Venice because no one knows where Nokomis is. No one knows where Englewood is either and that’s where the other house is so, we just say Venice. It’s close enough, trust me.
Anyhow, that’s where we are. Today is my mother-in-law’s birthday and we’ll be going out to an early dinner at a new and really cool-looking barstaurant, I’ll give you the full rundown tomorrow, (my opinion may change).
In the meantime, I want to tell you about two things that happened this weekend. Unfortunately I have no pictures because I left the cord to my camera at home but I have some great shots of the wildlife and flowers I took in my yard last week, so I’m going to just intersperse those throughout the post for your enjoyment. You’re welcome.
MacGyver was at the cabin on Thursday and Friday. He got home late Saturday afternoon just as the Kid came home from work so we all sat in the kitchen talking for a few minutes. MacGyver gave us an update on the search for the fugitive who still hasn’t been apprehended. I have no plans of going out there until he is and I said as much. The kid said he wouldn’t go either, but MacGyver obviously wasn’t too concerned.
After talking for a bit we told the Kid that we were planning on heading down to the other house for a few days and told him we’d see him on Tuesday or Wednesday. I told him my phone was broken and that if he needed anything to call MacGyver’s phone, and then the Kid headed up to his apartment over the garage.
Since MacGyver had driven several hours to get home, he was a bit tired so I offered to pack up the car and run up to the store to get supplies while he rested…… and then he proceeded to fall asleep, for quite a while.
Finally around 7pm he woke up and started to load the car. I told him I wanted to leave by 8 and he said okay but at 8:45pm he was still looking around for things to pack and I had meandered on over to the neighbors to shoot the shit.
As I was walking back toward the house I noticed a police cruiser pulling up to my house and I saw an officer get out. I made my way over and asked if he was looking for someone.
Policeman: I’m looking for ——–street.
Me: This is ——-street.
Policeman: Ma’am, we have a report of a burglary in progress at this address. Do you actually live here?
Me: Uh, yes, I do. Who called in a burglary?
At this point MacGyver came over and we both looked at the policeman with complete confusion.
Policeman: Do you have someone living upstairs over the garage?
Me: Yes, my son lives up there.
Policeman: Ma’am, you’re son called in a burglary in progress and said that his parents had left to go out of town. He said he heard someone rooting around in the house and the garage and he called us. We’ve got 4 squad cars on the way. Are you sure you live here?
Me: I’ll call my son.
I didn’t realize it but MacGyver was already going upstairs to check on the kid. I was calling the kid from MacGyver’s phone but he wouldn’t answer. I then told the policeman about the burglary at our property and explained that we were all on high alert and had some frazzled nerves.
Policeman: Ma’am could we just go up and see your son?
MacGyver was making his way back and just coming up behind me.
MacGyver: Sure officer, but you may have a hard time getting him to come out from behind the door.
A short time after that as we were all standing in my backyard, the kid explained that he thought we had left several hours earlier because he heard my car leave and since MacGyver was sleeping he didn’t hear anyone in the house. Later when he heard noises his first thought was that the fugitive had somehow tracked MacGyver home and broken into the house and since my phone was broken and his calls were going straight to voicemail he assumed the worst and called the police. (This is what happens when they watch scary movies before they turn 30!)
It all worked out in the end and MacGyver, the Kid, Me, and all the policemen had a good laugh, but the moral of the story is: If you think someone is breaking into your house or garage call the authorities, but first look out the window.
On Sunday MacGyver and I decided to go spend the day in Englewood with the parents and get in a full day of fishing, so we headed over bright and early. After breaking the main water line to the house and having to repair that we finally got out on the water……. around 6pm.
This first spot we chose to fish was a bust and after much prodding I convinced MacGyver that we needed to move. We found a good location under a little draw bridge that goes to the beach. After we got the boat tied off a man up on the bridge yelled down, “Can the doggies have a biscuit?” I said, “Sure!” So, the man threw down a few dog biscuits from the bridge.
Apparently MacGyver was oblivious to the whole conversation because when it started raining milk bones he yelled, “What the hell’s going on?” So his mom and I proceeded to tell him what happened and point out the nice man on the bridge throwing down the dog biscuits but then MacGyver said, “Why does a random guy standing on the bridge have dog biscuits in his pocket? Don’t you think that’s weird?” And you’re probably thinking the same thing, right?
The random guy was the drawbridge operator and they often hand out dog biscuits to passing cars. It was slow that night and when he heard us under the bridge he looked down and saw the dogs on the boat and wanted to give them a treat and so he threw down the dog biscuits. How cool is that?
You gotta love Florida!
So, tell me about your weekend?
Did you do anything fun?