on the case

One of my college friends died last week. Amber was kind and funny and beautiful, leaving a 10 year old son and her husband, who was also a classmate. She’s the second of our school peers to die of natural causes in 2 years (Phillip, my high school friend, having a heart attack at the beginning of 2020), and I know that number will increase exponentially from here on out. Thinking about people a lot this week. 

Also keeping an eye on the storm, as it tries to knock down the houses of a few of those people. I’m not counting floods and falling trees as “natural causes”, you guys. Don’t do it.

The continuing saga of the hole in the window

My tear ducts finally unfcked themselves, but not before breaking every blood vessel in my eyeballs, giving me the unfortunate look of a librarian who has been lighting up at the reference desk. This maybe explains why the detective who showed up to have another look at the bullet hole in our window sat down and explained to me very slowly that without "proof" he can't just arrest anyone who looks guilty, because that's called a "violation of their civil rights". I nodded, also slowly, and explained that we really just needed a paperwork trail for documentation in case it happened again. 

"And anyway," I said, "I don’t think the guy we trespassed is actually smart enough to get his hands on a real gun. There would be bullet holes in everything, including himself. My running theory right now is 'kids shooting at chickens with pellet guns'."

"Well," he said, "That guy did just get picked up for busting out the windows of the property next door, and there was a witness, so we got him on that, at least."

"Did he shoot the windows out, or throw a rock?"

"I can't speak to that. But yeah, a rock."

"So can we assume, if there's another incident, that it's not him, because he's in custody - or has he already been released?"

"I can't really say. But yeah, he's out."

Look at me, expert interrogator.

The detective hung around chatting, either because he was enjoying the air conditioning or because he was hoping I'd offer him some weed, until my boss finally shooed him out so we could close for lunch. 

And that is how we became not at all closer to solving the mystery.

In other news, I’ve been back on the workout program and doing ok. My doctor gave me pills that should “correct” my middle-aged metabolism and allow me to lose weight again, but so far all that’s happened is my bosoms have gotten bigger. I’ll take that as progress anyway. One more week of the intermediate program, then I’ll take progress pictures again.