Cleveland Police, WTF

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Yesterday during my rush hour trip home two Cleveland Police cars got on the highway in front of me at the West 6th street ramp.  They were about 6 cars in front of me.  They immediately pulled parallel to each other, one in each of the lanes, and then put on their flashers and slowed to 40 miles an hour.

Everyone slammed on there brakes as there was no warning, and traffic immediately started backing up behind them (and well behind me).  I had hoped, maybe, they were doing this because there was an accident up ahead I didn’t know about.  That made sense in my mind.  What didn’t make sense is when they got to the Whiskey Island exit, turned off their flashers and pulled off the highway and slowly drove towards the Edgewater park parking lot.

If there was an emergency or accident why were they going well below the speed limit.  At any given moment they were 10 mph or more below the speed limit.  And why did they shut off their lights as soon as they pulled off the highway and proceed even slower to the parking lot.  And if there wasn’t an emergency that means they were just being dicks and wanted to fuck with rush hour traffic.  I wasn’t close enough to read the numbers on their cars, but I was close enough to be extremely pissed at their meaningless actions.

Dear person,

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Dear person putting flyers under my windshield wiper,

Last Friday you put a flyer under my windshield wiper, it was more of a postcard than a flyer, but you put it there none-the-less.  I didn’t drive my car all weekend.  I am assuming it was Friday you put it there, but it could have been Saturday I suppose.  No later than Saturday morning, I know this because Saturday afternoon it poured.  Torrential downpour.  A river from the sky.  It was awesome.

What is not so awesome is waking up Monday morning and finding a soaked flyer (postcard) stuck to my windshield because it had dried to my windshield.  After a day and half of scraping at it, and trying to peel it all off, I am left with a matte outline of white paper on my windshield.  I’m sure it will eventually come off.  I hope.

Regardless, you suck.

Not your friend at all,

AJ

The Nook

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Back when I taught at ACE computer camp I discovered my first nook. A little shelf on the second floor that actually hung out over the first floor. It was carved into the wall so it was sturdy enough to sit on (literally it was part of the wall). I sat up there sometimes and read over hanging the first floor. I called it a nook. In my memories I sat there way more often than I actually did. But that’s what memories are for, exagerating the good times.

Since Sarah started moving her things in a few weeks ago we’ve slowly been turning it from “my apartmet” to “our apartment.” This includes rearranging the whole apartment. Closets hae been cleaned and reorganized to create more space. Furniture in the bedroom has been moved around to make it more homely for Sarah; and finally last night Sarah created her own nook in the living room.

She had gotten this idea Sunday to get her own desk for the living room. It so excited her that Monday after work she ran out to buy a desk. After four long hours of cleaning and moving around furniture Sarah’s desk is in a corner, making her own nook for her to feel completely at home in. It’s a good thing.

Family Calls

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Over the last week I’ve missed a number of calls from my sisters. It’s one of those timing things. Phone calls come while I am driving, or don’t have my phone on me, or don’t notice it was ringing, or just in general am busy when they call.

Sometimes I call right back, sometimes they leave messages, but often it’s nothing specific, and sometimes I decide to wait till I’m free to call them back. And often, I just forget til it crosses my mind to call them later.

Every once in I hear something threw a family member that
makes me regret not talking to them more often. Like this weekend. I haven’t talked to Mim in a few weeks and then find out something big has happened in her life that makes me wish I had been there to talk to her, or at least heard it from her instead of my parents.

From this point on I will be more vigilant about returning calls. At least to family. 🙂

Woot

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It was a long weekend. But a good one. In fact the last two weeks have been pretty great. After a horridly agonizing ending to July, it’s good that August starts out positive.

My parents were out to visit this weekend. The butt of jokes is that all my siblings live in more appealing places to visit than me, hence my parents never visited me. It wasn’t true, they just never visited often. With a sister in Boston, one in Miami, one practically next door to my parents, and a brother stationed…. Well I don’t know where he is stationed, haven’t spoken to him in a long time. Cleveland (as with Buffalo before it) doesn’t stack as up as anyone’s top place to visit.

But we had a good weekend. Like just about anyplace you lived a while, you find the go-to spots for visitors. With my parents we hit up the West Side Market, The Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame, Edgewater Park for grilling and lounging, the Natural History Museum, and the newly renovated Capitol Theatre for a movie (Eat, Pray, Love… I owed Sarah since we saw The Expendables on Friday night… which was awesome). And they are eating breakfast at The Diner on Clifton this morning. So it was a full, fun weekend.

We didn’t even hit everything Sarah and I threw out as a potential activities list. There was the Museum of Art, the Botanical Gardens, eating at / touring the Great Lakes Brewery, the ridiculously awesome Cleveland Metroparks, the Coffee Pot diner, baseball games, frisbee golf, cruises on the lake, and more. There’s way more to do in Cleveland than one thinks.

However when my college friends visit it seems to revolve around going out, playing frisbee and eating.

Goodbye JULY

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Last couple hours of July.  Good-fucking-Bye.

Longest week of my life.  July certainly went through a lot to try and not end.

So glad to see it go though.

Til Next Year July.

Eat it.

~AJ