it…out

I am now in posession of one fat dish residing safely in a little place I like to call Camp XRay. It all started with me ogling my neighbor’s trash…

So The house a few blocks down was throwing out a Primestar dish. At least it looked like that’s what they were doing. They had an old dish just sitting in their lawn waiting to be taken and turned into the mother of all wifi antennas. After a week of trash-stalking, L pointed out that soon the grabage guys would have to come and take the thing. The time to act was upon me.

So I set out late last night under cover of darkness to nab the thing. I rolled up on the house and stopped the car and darted out into this person’s lawn. They had set their trash out by the dish, so certainly they didn’t want it, right? Unfortunately we have had more than a little snowfall this week, so the dish was half-burried, and when I got it into the back of the car, it got snow everywhere. This was not as big a problem as you might think. Especially when compared with the fact that I couldn’t shut the hatch on the Escape because the stupid dish was too big.

Yeah. That’s no Primestar dish…..It’s a space station!

So…I undid Tommy’s baby seat and tried to fold down the back seat only to find out that I didn’t know how to fold down the back seat. After about 9 hours of fiddling with it, the seat folded down, the dish slid into the car, and I was on my way.

I deposited the snow-covered dish on the back porch..er…Camp XRay to thaw.

Let the (encumbered) warwalking begin!