June 17, 2020

Today was a pretty ordinary day. Shannon had OT, making quesadillas in the kitchen. She was less than thrilled with the whole production. Then speech therapy, which was mildly better. She gets to enjoy a nap every afternoon (what would that be like-  and how do I get a prescription for it?), and then dinner. Pretty average day. Everyone was in a pretty good mood. A friend brought us dinner- which was fantastic and included dairy free tres leches cake (it’s a thing- and a wonderfully good thing at that!). But last night this happened.....

In our backyard....I blame Shannon. Why? Well, she’s the obvious choice.
When we first moved here, Shannon was the first one to set off the smoke detector and send the fire department to our house when she burned something on the stove. It’s something that we had to thank her for afterward. We found out the county dispatch didn’t have our address right. So the fire department ended up at our address, in another township. After that, we got our address squared away in their system. (Thanks again, Shannon)

Back to last night and everything being Shannon’s fault. Actually, she had nothing to do with it, other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We were having such a loud and rowdy party that one of our neighbors who remains unnamed called the police! At 9:30pm. This is what was happening-

The movie of choice was Spies in Disguise. The little people were hopped up on candy and corn, sodas and summertime. The adults were watching, texting, chatting. Shannon was hanging out with one of her friends while she watched. I looked over and saw flashlight beam and then the officer rounded the bush. Apparently, he had been sitting outside the front of our house for a while and didn’t  think it was too loud. But the neighbor had called, so he wanted to make us aware that a ‘cranky person’ called to complain. He didn’t know what the sound ordinance was for the township, so he couldn’t even tell us what time TO shut it off. So he asked for my name and phone number, and said he’d just call me if someone called in again. But we were totally fine with our movie volume (take that cranky neighbor).

We turned it down a bit- because we wanted to be nice. But I really don’t think an outdoor movie in the summer before 10pm is a problem. Crankiness aside, that’s what you get when you live in a neighborhood.

Also- look at this pre-movie sky. Red sky at night - sailor’s delight. So tomorrow can’t be all that bad.   (Except it does appear to be on fire...so we might all die)

Please pray for Shannon to continue to get stronger, and able to do more on her own, to have the desire to do her therapies, and for her spinal cord to heal. 

Goofy: [talking to Principal Mazur on the phone]  Hello?

Principal Mazur: Yes, Mr. Goof. This is Principal Mazur. I'm calling in regard to your son, Maximillian.

Goofy: Max? Oh my gosh! Is he hurt?

Principal Mazur: No, Mr. Goof. He's in trouble!

Goofy: Trouble? What kind of trouble?

Principal Mazur: Dressed like a gang member...

Goofy: Gang member?

Principal Mazur: Your son caused the entire student body to break into a riotous frenzy!

Goofy: Riot? It couldn't be my...

Principle Mazur: If I were you, Mr. Goof, I'd seriously re-evaluate the way you're raising your child before he ends up IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!

[Mazur slams down the phone] 

Goofy: The electric chair?

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