Any Old Day Now And Elevator Hopping

I swear I'm going to have more pictures from Australia to post any day now.  It has just taken forever to get them formatted...uploaded...I don't know all the things that Mr. Carport Furby does to them.  But I do know it takes a...very...very...very...long time.  Actually, I was going to go through to pick out any additional pictures that I thought he had missed in the formatting and uploading process, but I got too frustrated because the dates were off, and I just couldn't tell what was what.  Sounds rather silly, I know.

So I recently started taking the elevator the four to five floors down at work.  I have consistently taken the stairs up and down for the past two years, but I decided in light of recent kneecap developments, I would take a break and only take the stairs up.  If I am going down, I now take the elevator.  The down the stairs part has always been more knee-painful anyway.  So I'm trying to preserve some cartilage and be nicer to my knee.

Once in awhile at work (well, actually this can happen anywhere,) I get a bit flustered.  I was heading out to an appointment of some sort, and in keeping with my new elevator resolution, I hit the down button and waited.  I guess I didn't leave that much time to get to my appointment because I was in a bit of a hurry.  The elevator doors opened, and there was a whole group of people on the elevator already.  I jumped on, and looked at the floor board (I don't actually know the official name of it, but you know all of the buttons that light up when you press what floor you want to go to.)  And, the darn thing was pressed for EVERY floor between four and the basement!  Being in my flustered state of mind, I mumbled sorry, and jumped off the elevator to take the stairs, as everyone on the elevator seemed to stare at me in annoyance/confusion/amazement.  I did feel a little guilty and like a pretty big flake because I made all of them stop on an extra floor and then jumped off the elevator in a tizzy.  But for some reason I couldn't handle stopping on all those floors, even to save my poor old knee.    

Signs

I really only have one new story about signs, but I can't remember if I ever told my other story about Signs. Remember that movie, Signs? With Mel Gibson and Joaquin Phoenix? So I found that movie super creepy. So creepy that:

 1) I freaked out during the movie at the theater and spilled a coke on E's best friend. It was pretty awesome. Not only do I scream at scary movies and laugh inappropriately at dramas, action movies, or romances, but I also flail my arms about wildly at scary movies.

 2) I kept waking up in the middle of the night and thinking that I saw the reflection of an alien in the TV, the window...take your pick of any available reflective surface.

 So, onto the actual event that brought up this post. The other day I was walking into the garage, and I noticed a bright white bird feather laying near the garage door. I made a comment on it. I think I said something silly and unrealistic about it being a feather from an eagle that was hunting the kitty cat on the balcony. (That is one of those irrational fears that I have - that the kitty cat will be out on the balcony and an eagle will swoop down and grab her. I keep letting her out there though.) Anyway, we went into the house and left the feather.

 The next morning, I was getting ready for work. I was in the kitchen putting a lunch together, and I went to open the pantry door. As I opened the door, there was a slight breeze from the door pushing the air as it opened. And down floated a bright white bird feather. I think I may have stifled a slight scream. The bird feather offensively laid on the kitchen floor, taunting me with its incongruity. It was NOT supposed to be there. My mind began to race through a million questions at the same time. What was this feather doing there? How did it get in the house? Was it a different feather or the same feather? Why were white feathers turning up everywhere? Was this symbolic of something? Was I supposed to be noticing something and taking action? Was there a giant white bird living in my attic? Or could it be feather aliens? Why? WHY? WHERE? WHAT'S GOING ON??????? And then...Mr. Carport Furby chuckles a little behind me. "I brought that feather in for you."

 Obviously.