Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Sgt Rev And The Blustery Day
It was indeed a blustery day here in the hundred acre wood..... I mean Raccoon City. Sunny and warm for the most part, but extremely windy. Gusts up around 30-35 miles per hour.
Of course wind like that makes my hearing aids completely useless. All I hear is the wind. So I haven't worn them for a couple of days.
The gusts kept setting off the fence zones, so the Control Center was calling out zones for the P-car to check every thirty seconds or so. At least it kept them busy. But it did clog up the radio traffic.
At one point while I was crossing the yard in the cart it blew my cigarette right out of my mouth. Just "poof!" gone. I just said "Really? Dang." And went on.
One of the things we tend to notice out on the yard is sudden movement. Anybody or anything moving at faster than a walking pace tends to get our attention immediately. With all of the leaves and trash and stuff blowing around it was giving me a sore neck every time something caught my eye.
"Whoop.... trash bag."
"Hey.... somebody's hat."
"What the.... Ow!" Got hit in the eye with a leaf. Man, those things got pointy edges! Snap!
I had Little J out on the yard and at one point I pictured him flying like Piglet at the end of a string. That gave me the giggles. And I never did tell him what I was laughing about.