Pat, the elderly widow next door, called me yesterday morning.  She’s been spending the summer with her kids in Cape Cod.  Anyway, she reported that a woman down the street had observed a U-Haul truck in her driveway.  She told me that she had no idea who had parked it there and asked if I would investigate.  I had to admit it sounded pretty suspicious.

This is one of those times I wish I had a handgun readily available.  I briefly considered taking my single shot .22 caliber rifle out of the closet, but figured that was likely to cause me more trouble than it would help should a gun battle break out.  So, I walked over and peaked in the windows of the house, but saw nothing unusual taking place.  I checked the back gate and it was also secure.  Then I did a walk around the truck and observed the back door was padlocked.  I looked in the driver’s side window and saw a stack of mail on the passenger seat.  I moved over to the passenger side for a closer look and sure enough the mail was addressed to my neighbor.  It seemed like an awful big truck for a mail heist.

I went back inside my house, retrieved my phone , and called Pat to report my findings.  She asked that I keep an eye out and call the police if I spotted anyone.  With her still on the phone I walked back outside just as a car was pulling up in front of her house.  A young man got out of the passenger seat and I asked him what was up.  He told me he was Pat’s grandson and he had rented the truck to move some patio furniture.  I put him on the phone with Pat and heard him say “hi Nana, I’m picking up the patio stuff.”  They talked a couple of more minutes and he gave me back my phone.  Satisfied that nothing untoward was taking place I left him to his business.

In other news, the scale was not kind to me this week.  While disappointed, I’m not particularly surprised.  I had company during the week which put me off my exercise routine, and I did drink a couple of smoothies.  Net result was a one pound gain which puts me back to 235.  I do believe these next 20 pounds are going to be a bitch.  My body seems to think my current weight is most excellent and it reminded me that I am after all back in my 38″ waist jeans.  I responded “fuck that, we are going DOWN!”

Onward and downward!