THEY ALWAYS COME IN THREES, DON'T THEY?

Blog number 528 ************** 14 August 2011

I had some unusual things happen lately. A couple of days ago I got a speeding ticket. The only thing unusual about that is that I am eighty years old and it is my very first speeding ticket. Ever. I was going 25 MPH in a posted 15.

The really odd thing about it is that the ticket has on it, in bold print, the words, " YOU MUST APPEAR AT: and then, Casa Grande City Court" AT THE DATE AND TIME INDICATED followed by, "August 25, 2011 @ 10:00 AM.

No options. I gotta do what it says. Why they don't give me the option of just paying a fine, I dunno. I think maybe the judge wants to yell at me personally.

Then at a restaurant I got to hold a baby. This is a rare deal, not like in the seventies and eighties when all I had to do was ask a mother if I could hold her baby, and viola!

The same day, later, my cat caught a gecko. I hate it when he does that. He never eats them. He always brings them in the house - a present, I guess. The first time I saw him with one, it was a large one and the tail was missing. I think he tried to eat it and found it tasted so bad he never tried that again.

He let it go in the house and it ran under the electronics of my wife's entertainment array. I thought, "Uh oh. Gonna have to wait until it dies and the smell leads us to his body. Damn!"

Later I was making coffee and I noticed what looked like a piece of paper lying on the kitchen floor. When I went by it on my way to throw the grounds out, I saw that it was the missing gecko. I carefully lowered my hand over it. It didn't move a muscle until I touched it and then it didn't try to get away, just kinda wriggled a bit. I picked it up and took it outside.

The really weird thing about this is that the gecko came out of a secure hiding place to lie in an open area where I was moving around. It was like he knew I could or would be of help. It's a bit difficult to realize that because my culture has conditioned me to think intelligence and brain size are directly correlated. But from what I experienced, I really think the gecko knew exactly what he was doing, and like my youngest son said, "remember the wasp that let you save him." Ah, yeah. Weird.

ADDENDUM: I took a nap after I posted the above and woke up with THE solution as to why I have to show up at the court. It's because with a parking ticket, they already have determined how much the fine will be, but with speeding tickets, they don't know because it depends upon how fast you were going and what you were supposed to be doing.

I do my best thinking when I'm sleeping.