Riding home about ten minutes ago and off to my left I heard a popping noise from across the street (from a car?) nearly simultaneously I felt a dull thwack on my arm. I immediately presumed I had been sniped with a BB.

I rode on, ponderously, for about 500 meters and considered the possibility that I was thwacked with a rock shot off of a car tire. I have done it plenty with my high pressure bike tires; but never across a street, through moving traffic.

So I stopped, removed my jacket to inspect the impact mark. It was smallish, and metal flakes appeared te be left in my jacket. Could still be a rock but less likely. So I called the police and reported the incident.

I am still waiting for them to arrive and it has been nearly 15 minutes or as long as it has taken to write and edit this post on an iPhone.

I am getting cold and will be leaving soon if they don’t show up.

Mostly I am interested in corroborating with other victims/stories if indeed someone is firing at passersby.

Update: the sheriff showed up about five minutes later. Apologized for keeping me – he was clearing a home after a burglary – took my report and mentioned that it was likely a pellet gun shot out of a passing vehicle. So guessed because of other recent reports closer into Renton.

A few days ago, in a sentence, I referred to the wrong Gramma.
I mean really, how many of us have used the wrong name before?

Don’t answer that.

Suffice it to say that the three year old mermaid set me straight.

No Dada! We’re goin’ ta GrammaNana’s not GrammaTeeta’s… because GrammaNana has MaggieMae and GrammaTeeta says ‘YumSchmum’.

I sat corrected.

It is too nice outside not to be in it.