May 17, 2002

Today has been a good day, thus far. Received a couple of e-mail messages from the CTV reporter about Finnegan's segment:

Thank you and Lisa again for your time and assistance with this piece. Finnegan melted many hearts! Very cute, and extremely camera friendly. I've actually received several calls from pet owners of sick animals, who didn't realize treatments were available. So the message definitely did reach many ears...thanks!!

One caller in particular said her pet was very ill, and she didn't realize there was hope available. She had called the University of Guelph after seeing the story -- and the success with Finnegan and Bungee. So you may have helped saved an animals life! And we know for every call we get, there are usually ten more that don't call. So thanks for your good deed!

Last night, the Neighbours From Hell started into a third straight night of playing that noise that they pass off as music. As soon as it began, we called the police to register a noise complaint. After a half hour to 45 minutes, they turned it down, then off. Thinking the police hadn't shown up yet, I called back to cancel the call. The dispatcher told me that they had already come and gone. Finally! A timely response to our complaint. The girls were thus caught by the police playing the loud music and thereby disturbing the neighbours and must have been given a warning. Here's hoping that will keep them quiet until they move out.

More fun from last night. We were baking some pork chops in the oven. Lisa was in the kitchen, working on dinner, when all of a sudden the oven essentially exploded. Lots of electrical zzzzt'ing noises (think electric chair in movies), blue and yellow light from within the oven, sparks and flames coming out of every aperture. She screamed, the cats fled. I ran in, shut it all down and pulled the fuse. So now we are temporarily stove-free as we wait for the landlord to repair or replace it. Hopefully it will be a replacement, as the thing was getting rather long in the tooth.

I remembered today what I had forgotten to write about yesterday. I suspect highly that the school is haunted. A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting along in the staff room lounge, munching on some toast and perusing the sports page. Without warning, a cream cheese encrusted butter knife that had been sitting flat in the middle of the table landed on the floor a few feet away from the table, the noise of which was loud enough for me to examine the ceiling first, thinking something had fallen from 9 feet above. Seeing no damage there, I looked down to see the knife lying on the tile. At that point, the hairs on my arms and the hackles on my neck rose, the air chilled and I got that tingly feeling at the base of my neck that I get when spooky psychic stuff is going on.

Fast forward a week. I'm telling this story to some co-workers when one of them pipes up. "That happened to me today!" She went on to say that she too was alone. She said the butter knife, stuck 2 inches deep in cream cheese, ended up thrown with great force to the floor. Spooky.

Perhaps the poltergeist isn't fond of the Philly.

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