It's just not there

This is the problem with committing to blogging every day. Some days I simply feel sucked dry. Dolores, my cruel muse, is hiding somewhere, suppressing giggles, waiting for me to find her and I don't want to. She only wants to play late at night, and tonight I'd rather cuddle up in bed with my Kindle than listen to her whisper in my ear.

It's not that things didn't happen today. They did, but I either missed the excitement around me or it all seemed too normal to inspire remarks.

I tried to take a nap, but people were talking loudly out in the street. I didn't go look because sometimes people talk in the street. If I had, I might have known why two police cars were parked right in front of my house. I might have known why the two cops made my neighbor Melvin leave in his brother's truck carrying a bunch of his belongings. Because that's all I saw when I finally gave up and looked out the window. I might have known, but I don't. I also don't know why they came back later and once again took both parking spaces in front of my house and stayed inside Melvin's house (it's really 4 apartments) for a long time.

I suspect though that Melvin's ex-wife Jan (he lets her live with him) called the police on him again. She'll tell them he beat her and gave her two black eyes--except her eyes won't be bruised. I saw her try to run over him out there in the street once. They're both alcoholics, and they provide me with some pretty crazy stories, which I intend to share here ..... but not today. Because I didn't go down and see why the police cars were there. I didn't go out on the porch ....

... because I was trying to get ready to go on a big bike ride through the city that was part of our semi-annual Urban Nights celebration here. We only rode about 3 1/2 miles, but there were over 100 people riding. And just to tie this together, we had a police escort -- minus the two who were across the street. Lots of police on motorcycles, bicycles and 4-wheelers made sure we didn't have to stop at stop lights and that cars didn't run into us.

But again, nothing really happened during those 3 1/2 miles. I spent most of the ride riding with a guy who introduced himself to me on another ride a couple of months ago and made a point of finding me tonight. Still, nothing to tell.

Later a bunch of us wandered around downtown with huge crowds of people who must have been bussed in from the suburbs. We admired our steampunk friends on their stroll, ate dinner, went to a beer and wine tasting, talked, laughed, met up with other friends. We went to a gallery and looked at art -- some good -- and listened to music -- some good. Chicken Grrl grabbed my boobs. Just a normal night.

I'm not complaining. I had a great evening with some of my best friends, but I'm just not inspired to write. Or ... really the truth is anything I come up with to write about, I really don't want to write here. And sometimes that shit can get in the way.

I'll try to do better tomorrow. If I find out why the cop cars were parked in front of my house for hours, I'll write about that.

How did you start your weekend? Any police cars in front of your house?