Building up to be a very warm mid-March day. Nice time to water shrubs and flowers and trees. Perhaps the coolest thing that happened in 2020 was @GeorgeDinesen giving me a lily cultivar she created for me and gave to me. “The Officer Skinner” . Seriously, it’s the coolest thing!
Back to work later this afternoon for the drink and fight fest that is the 10 DAYS of St Patrick’s Day dumb. It’s a bit much. Oh well. At least I get the morning to putter about the yard
Our two blueberry bushes are bursting with blooms. Soon it’s a race between us and the birds.
The Myers lemon might do ok now that it’s in the ground but who knows. Me no like. But the 2 loquat trees are full of new fruit and the kumquat tree has produced not joking hundreds of tiny orangeys cuz it’s an orangey world and we’re just passing through...
The purple shamrock ☘️ s is lovely as are the daisies we’ve left in pots for YEARS.
And the mother of thousands plants are going gongy gongy. The one by the door has grown ten feet up into the red tip tree/shrub.
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Long day of yard work. We will get there but man it’s a grind. Almost like work and basically anything worth while. Grand gestures are for frauds. Just do the work, do it well & with clear thought & kind purpose, & then do it again tomorrow. MeanCat watched us to ‘motivate us’...
Oh, nothing to see here, no cause to be on alert. This is part of the OFZ signed in the Treaty of Paris...WRONG IT IS AN EXTRA ORAGNEY TRAP...you have failed. Try again later.
SweetDog relaxing as the day slides towards dusk. She won Best Dog Ever again, the 3700th consecutive win for her.
Home. Interesting day at work, I’ll say that. Interesting indeed. Anyway, Drunk Uncle Orangey was pulling a MeanCat move and was waiting for me on the front steps. I came in all excited and made him a plate and as I walk back in Theresa says ‘yeah, that’s the fourth time today...
Go out back and don’t see MeanCat. People who don’t know where MeanCat is at all times don’t live long in Skinnerville. Found him plotting in the boat. So I’m guessing there’s gonna be a maritime caper soon. He loves his little capers. Legally they’re called violent felonies...
I get jumped going back inside by The Lady Orangey. She’s easily the most gongy gongy of the two new agitator orangeys.
Home. Nice day at work. Some hunches and lucky guesses paid off & I’ll take that every time. Walk up to the porch and I’m struck by how the porch lights are dancing in the humid evening wind. All is calm...or is it...
Because in the back yard I’m ambushed by not one but two ORANGEY NINJAS!! Evidently that’s a thing now with the Orangeys. Ninjas. That’s just super. The Lady Orangey and The Extra Orangey strike from darkness. They’re pure evil. And MeanCat was cheering them on...but...
Inside is no better. The Baked Potato aka Savannah Sweets has stolen all three boneys, leaving SweetDog and The Sweet Potato Pie Pup with only the briefest of memories of a time when boneys were plentiful.
Home. Decent day detecting things & stuff. New shootings = new arrests & that means the real work starts now. It’s the grind part that build solid transparent defensible prosecutions. There are no little things but there are irrelevant things. It’s a grind to figure what is what.
Paused to read @SavannahNow article on Ahmaud Arbery, who was murdered one year ago today just south of here in Brunswick. I hope the state gets rid of the citizen arrest law that has such an ugly racist origin and reality. savannahnow.com/in-depth/news/…
Come home to see Drunk Uncle Orangey aka Druncle Orangey waiting on the steps for I’m guessing third lunch. Can’t pet him but I did put the food down while he looked at me from a foot away. He’s up to no good...
Want to enact ‘gun control’ without the paralyzing insanity and rhetoric? Try this: if you leave a gun in an unlocked car you’re charged with reckless conduct (or some variation). In my city, we have hundreds and I mean HUNDREDS of guns stolen from unlocked cars year after year..
Another thing, write down the serial numbers of the guns you leave around unsecured like candy so that when they are inevitably stolen (‘but I never lock mah car!!) we can work those cases when they’re used for crimes: spoiler alert, they’re ALWAYS used for crime...
You want a gun, great, fine, have a gun. But be responsible. Don’t display them like books in your house. Don’t show unsecured guns in your social media. And STOP LEAVING THEM IN UNLOCKED CARS!!
So this happened at the end of the day: My personal cell rings. Number from Florida I don’t know. I rarely answer these calls cuz it’s endless car warrant social security police scams. But I answer. And Jane says ‘hi skinner!’ So who’s Jane, you ask?
Jane is a struggling neighbor I’ve gotten to know over the last 2 years. Often at chaotic loud calls. More often when I stopped by the side of the road or her tent & talk. Or let her use my phone to video parole officers or just friends. I don’t see her much as a detective....
So today she calls. And says ‘hey skinner. I just wanted to let you know I’m in Florida. In a hospital.’ We talk about her health and hopes for a recovery. And she says ‘I called for two reasons. That if people wonder if I went missing tell them I’m ok down in Florida’...