Friday – 09 December 2011
It’s my “off” Friday, which means that it’s also “Diana-Vanessa-Daddy Day.”

So far, the day’s been fairly uneventful. Diana woke up; I changed and fed her. Then, Vanessa woke up. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I put the girls in Diana’s crib and played with them for a bit. Next, into the living room for time in the swing and bouncy chair. Now (at least for the time being), they are taking a nap.


Diana (left) and Vanessa, in blankets made by my friend, Don’s mother

We’ll see how long it lasts. (Not long.) Diana just woke up. On to the next phase, I guess.

Last night was also uneventful… for the most part. SaraRules! and I got the girls bathed, fed and to bed before having some dinner and then watching some TV.  About 10:30, we came upstairs. About 10:40, things got a little more exciting. I was sitting at the dining room table, messing around on my laptop. I thought I heard something, but dismissed it…

…until I saw someone reaching for the screen door, outside the sliding glass door. I got up, turned on the porch light and, lo and behold, there was a guy there! He mumbled something about looking for his place and about having a fight with someone (sounded like his girlfriend/wife). And then said something about wanting to come in.

Sidebar: Okay… if he’d come to the front door and knocked, maybe. Come to the back door – through our yard, which is surrounded by a six-foot-high fence – in the middle of the night? No chance in Hell.

I shouted through the glass door for him to leave. He seemed… reluctant. I repeated myself. He shrugged and shuffled off. Or so I thought. I looked out about 30 seconds later, he was still there. I shouted through the door again. He seemed confused that I wasn’t kidding about him being gone. Then he asked if I had a coat. (Sure, I had coats, but see the above sidebar if you’ve forgotten the reasons that I was still reluctant to open the sliding glass door.) And I noticed something else: He wasn’t wearing any shoes, either. But, he wandered off the deck and stairs.

At this point, I had SaraRules! call the police. The guy didn’t seem imminently dangerous, but I didn’t want him lingering around, either. She called. They came. FOUR CARS.  (Must have been a slow night for the Murray Police Department.) An officer found the guy, trying to climb over the fence out of the side yard. They got him out of the yard and took him in front of our garage to have a chat.

A few minutes later, an officer came in and explained that the guy was drunk. Very drunk. He allegedly lives a couple of streets over from us. There was some speculation as to whether or not he had gotten drunk at one of the local bars and wandered into our yard or if he’d been drinking at home and – encouraged to leave by a fight with his significant other – wandered through the neighborhood. He also noted that the gate was still closed when they found him, which meant that he had to scale the fence to get into the yard. (What the Hell…?!) The officer asked if I wanted to go outside and verify that nothing was damaged or missing. (Nothing was.) He said that they’d get the guy sorted out and then bid us good evening. (We still had patrol cars outside about twenty to thirty minutes after this; I assume that they were working on reports.)

And, throughout all of this: The twins slept. Thankfully.

And that’s how we spent our Thursday evening.

Stray Toasters
Really?!  After a story like that, how could Stray Toasters even compete? Maybe there will be some tomorrow.

Now it’s time to find some Daddy-Daughter Out-of-the-House Adventure!

Namaste.