Excitement

The bats are wheeling around my back yard in the dusk. I'm happy to see them out there devouring the myriad bugs that assault anyone trying to sit out on the deck. It finally is cool enough to make an evening on the deck worth considering. We've even eaten a couple of meals out there. My parents are in town, so perhaps we'll have them over for dinner on the deck.

This weekend I got a new desk. It is a birthday present from Jen and replaces the college furniture grade desk I had before. It looks mature and befitting of someone coming up on a third of a century. I think Jen is more excited about the desk than I am, and I quite pleased to have something more stable and less obstructive of the view. That's how I can see the bats out there while I'm writing this.

Yesterday I had some excitement driving back home from getting my car washed and waxed (also very exciting). I was coming through Broomfield when I saw a patrol car flip on the lights behind a truck. As I watched, however, he didn't pull the truck over, but instead wove through traffic and turned off his lights and parked along the side of the street. I saw him get out and kneel near a gas station sign. I thought he was reaching for his side arm, when I realized in fact he was carrying an assault rifle and taking cover behind the gas station sign. He was drawing a bead on the lone truck at the gas station. Another cop car was coming up quick as well. And then I was past them.

I considered for a moment turning around and rubbernecking a bit. Then I thought about the type of situation that calls for assault rifles and figured I should continue on home to my loving wife. Curiosity did spur me to action, and I called the Broomfield police to see if they could tell me what was going on. Unfortunately the lady I spoke with didn't have the particulars, other than that no fire fight broke out afterwards and no one was hurt. She did give me the number for records, which I may have to call up tomorrow to find out what the deal was.

Another thing I'm excited about is that Jen is playing Portal 2 by herself. We played through the cooperative and had a lot of fun finishing that one up. It is such an excellent game; well written and clever. It even has a satisfying ending. And now she's going through the single player by herself, and sometimes is getting through the puzzles faster than I did. This nerdly husband is proud. However, where I find the snarky Glados AI in the game to be hilarious, Jen wants to destroy her. Jen says her perspective is different from having to work with clients who have mothers who are as nastily passive-aggressive as Glados. Ok, yeah. Having Glados for a mother would be a good reason to spend a long while in therapy. But as long as Valve keeps putting out games this good, I'll be returning for another helping.