Last night, I set my alarm for 7am, knowing full well that I'd hit snooze a couple times before finally getting up. I was right, but I noticed at least the second time I hit snooze, if not the first, that it seemed a little dark for 7am at this time of year. Eh, whatever. I rolled back over. I never really fell asleep again because something was bothering me.
At first, I didn't really think much on the sound of the occasional car driving past. That was a standard morning sound for the past couple of years...when I was in Ohio living on a road that actually went somewhere. It occurred to me that I was no longer in Ohio, but in Michigan. Not only was I in Michigan, but I was in the 'Duh on a dead-end street. These cars were driving faster than they should to meet a big ol' dead end. Lucky for those cars, it's not a really dead dead end; it opens up to a field. But still. What the heck? Face smashed in pillow, I furrowed my brow.
About that time my alarm went off again. I smacked snooze and looked at the time. 7:43. The first mystery started nagging at me again. It was still too dark to be almost 8am. I picked up my phone, charging on my nightstand and poked a button. 6:43. Well, that would explain it! I must have hit "Time" when I was trying to set my alarm last night. Dang. I turned off the alarm, reset the clock time, and reset the alarm for the REAL 7am. I still wasn't ready to get up.
I mostly ignored the cars, but I still noticed them. Not only are they all whizzing down to a dead end, but there's a lot more of them than there should be. Usually I'll hear Mr. Coffey start his truck and drive past, on his way to the bread truck and bakeries. I'll hear Mr. Gerlach start his truck and drive wherever he goes. I'll hear Jason come home from the power plant in his car and try three or four times to start his jeep before he gets it running again and starts tinkering. I'll also hear his dogs yipping. And that's only on week days! On weekends, it's DEAD around here. Saturdays might bring the sounds of Mr. Coffey leaving and Jason coming home, but that's about it.
My alarm went off again. FINE! I got up. I took my shower and wandered into the living room. Cars kept driving past. Suddenly, I had an epiphany. "BARODAFEST!" I yelled. Boo looked up at me, snorted, and lowered his head to his paws. Today is the annual festival for the 'Duh! And it's held in the field. So it all makes sense now.
I'm looking forward to checking out our wimpy festival...in the rain! But first, I have a geocaching date with five other geocachers. There is one NASTY cache hidden in a cemetery that we have all been trying to find, so we're teaming up! It'll be fun to meet new people and hopefully we can cross this sucker off our list. If not, we'll all at least pay our respects to Mrs. Krumroy, whose grave we'll be sneaking around.