One pretty well knows that one is having a bad day when:
Man reports theft of meth and bicycle to police
A 22-year-old man called police to report a guy named “Jim” broke into his mobile home early Thursday morning, clubbed him over the head and stole his meth and bicycle.
The incident occurred at about 3 a.m. Thursday in the 3800 block of South Broadway, Lt. Steve Kenney said. The victim told police he didn’t know the attacker’s full name, just the name “Jim.”eAfter forcing his way in through the front door, the suspect hit the victim over the head with an unknown object, taking the victim’s meth and bicycle, Kenney said.
The suspect is a white man who is about 5 feet, 9 inches and weighs just 90 pounds, Kenney said. He has brown hair and was wearing blue jeans.
I had the displeasure to be in the presence of the “I want one of those” early this month and again yesterday. Yesterday the desire wasn’t as strong and I wondered why I wanted it anyway.
There is something to be said for one payday per month.
Just after one o’clock Renter called and asked for help loading cattle, he wanted them at the auction house for the sale Thursday. I almost refused.
That is more understandable when one remembers he comes back home at about six-thirty p.m. from his day job and then feeds.
It was about eleven thirty p.m. when we left the auction house. I was just as happy that he didn’t want to clean the trailer last night. Loading black cattle in the dark isn’t necessarily fun. The barn had no lights. The auction house didn’t have lights at the unloading dock, either. But that’s a little better anyhow. It does have pen lights and the city lights reflect off the white pen rails.
I may or may not have left myself open to a position on the village counsel. I was tired and the conversation was unfinished when I left it. I’m not sure if I succeeded in defending my position of non-involvement in local politics. I hope I did, but feel I blew it somehow.
I don’t remember, rightly.
From the reaches,