I'll know when I get there

I’m feeling a bit Petty today. Tom Petty. So here he is in concert singing “Learning to Fly”.

Because isn’t that we’re all doing?

 

Stormy weather

We’ve had our usual spate of summer storms this year. With the predictable aftermath.

Like this uprooted tree, which is still there after a couple of weeks, because Fairfax County:

And this guy’s pickup truck, which nearly got creamed by a limb:

This being cluster property, the HOA had it removed before the end of the morning.

 

 

 

Walking art

I saw this parade of flipflops-to-vase along the walk to one of my neighbors’ house, and I just thought it was interesting.

Dunno anything about the backstory, and they were gone within a day.

 

 

Tow the line

After Fairfax County cops let abandoned motor scooters stay on the local street for months and months, I wasn’t too surprised that this junker with North Carolina plates wasn’t touched, also for months.

I mean, it was parked for months before the plates expired in June of last year, but no tickets appeared on the windscreen until just a few weeks ago.

I guess once you start the process by logging a ticket in your system, there has to be some sort of follow-up; either the ticketee pays the fine or you have to keep slapping more paper on the car.

Finally, this weekend, I noticed this:

Please appreciate that the cop chose the “take action in 15 days”—the longest time slot available on the form—before they have to follow up by hauling the thing away.

 

 

Gratitude Monday: physical therapy

Here’s something a little odd for today’s gratitude: physical therapy. I started it for my knees on Monday, two weeks after the cortisone shot. (That’s pretty much warp speed for a PT appointment these days.)

And here’s what I’m thankful for: the exercises are not actual torture, which (in my experience) they can be; I can do them. But also, I can feel the targeted muscles afterwards, which means they’re working.

Yay!