Well, the strangest thing was probably the apple that I discovered sitting perfectly in my parking space when I arrived home on Wednesday. It was a nice, ripe red apple, unbruised and sitting quite nicely on the end of my parking spot at the apartment. I was worried that it might be tainted or drugged or who knows what, but it smelled like the sweetness of fall, so... much to Chris' horror, I brought it inside, washed it, and ate it. It was fantastic and I don't believe I was drugged in any way. So, the moral of the story is... sometimes it's OK to eat things you find on the ground where you usually keep your car. Sometimes.
We took some of our recyclable bottle back to get our deposits back for the first time this week. (In MI you pay an extra 10 cents for all things you purchase in bottles, but then you can take those back and get your money back. I guess it helps encourage recycling). We took 2 grocery bags full of plastic bottles to the store, on a Saturday. When we got there, we found a swarm of people, all of whom had cart fulls (some more than one cart) of bottles. So we waited quite a long time, in the back of the store. It was loud and crowded and pretty awful all around. And at the end of it, our 2 sad bags only netted us 1.50 off our grocery bill. Words of wisdom, try to return bottles during the week. Saturdays seem pretty hellish.
Also, A tree fell down somewhere in the swampy area behind our apartment this week. Chris says he was out walking the dog, when he suddenly heard it fall. This wouldn't be all that interesting if it had been storming or windy, but the tree just seemed to give out with no real reason at all.
I spent a good 5 minutes overhearing a very heated argument one of our loud and obnoxious neighbor's was having about how broke he was (I feel his pain). I wasn't really trying to listen in, but he decided to have this conversation in the bathroom. I was trying to fix my hair and make-up and the walls there are pretty thin. I'm not sure why you would take that conversation to the can with you, but I am hopeful that they can't make rent and get their loud-ass we-can-hear-their-music-at-all-hours-of-the-day butts kicked out.
And that's all our strange news from MI this week.
ps. is anyone really reading this?
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See, if you were in Western PA, that apple would have signified an attempt by one of your neighbors to save that space for themselves. Lawn chairs are the preferred method, but I guess an apple would do in a pinch. Not sure what it means in MI. Nevertheless, bold move, Dr. Jones.
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