Imperfect Genius

It’s November. I mean, we can all agree on that, right? So I ask you: why was my neighbor mowing his grass? It’s 36 degrees outside. The forecast is calling for snow tonight. It’s been rainy and very cold for weeks. There is not a single leaf left on a tree at this point. The grass stopped growing a month ago. There have already been blizzards this season just to our north.

But despite all rational thinking, my neighbor decided it was a great time to mow his lawn. He carefully covered every square inch of his yard, going around and around on his riding lawn mower. In the freezing cold, bundled up like an Eskimo. I was tempted to grab a cup of hot chocolate and watch just for entertainment’s sake.

If that wasn’t strange enough, I stepped outside to see Chris off to work and we noticed the strong smell of watermelons. It was unmistakable… it was as if a truck hauling watermelons had wrecked in our driveway. We cannot figure out how or why the air was scented like giant summer fruit for several hours today.

And to top things off, one of our computers has weird issues. The kids have a game called Insanaquarium that has decided to play even when it’s not playing… by which I mean that even when the game is turned off and not running (I’ve doubled checked and even did the control+alt+delete thing) the sound of the game is still playing through the speakers. Their computer has been possessed by bubbling oysters and a knife-wielding octopus.