Chronicles of Old Crow

In June, both Mrs. eSquared and I had many important things going.  She was finishing a collaborative project for one of her doctoral classes, and I was working until the wee hours of the morning editing the UWB Policy Journal.  Incidentally the Policy Journal deadline had passed and it needed to be done. 

So... about 10 am one morning - I believe it was a Saturday, I was sleeping and Mrs. eSquared was on the phone with her teammate discussing multivariate statistics.  I had been asleep for about two hours.  The first thing I heard as I was rousted from my sound sleep was an aggressive knock on the door; followed my Old Crow cawing my name.

At that moment, Mrs. eSquared came into the bedroom (looking annoyed) and asked me to Move my car for Old Crow.  I was confused; I didn't know where I was and in my underwear.  Mrs. eSquared had to repeat the instructions three times before I understood. 

Some explanation:  There are four of us living in the house and each of us have a vehicle.  We have a two-car garage (with clean floors) and a two-car driveway.  Old Crow parks in the garage, and Magpie parks behind her.  This works because Old crow never drives anywhere.  Mrs. eSquared and I share the other garage/driveway slot.  For us, whoever gets home first, parks in the garage.  If that person has to leave first, I generally move the car; whoever's' it is.  Because of the summer schedule, the Mrs. and I are coming and going at odd times.  Therefore, I am moving frequently.

So... back to the situation.  Mrs. eSquared was parked in the garage and I was behind her in the driveway.  Magpie was gone, and OC wanted to pull her car out of the garage.  I find myself standing in the garage thinking that I am moving one of our cars.  When cognition starts to return to me, I realize that OC has somehow turned her car about 45 degrees in less than a half-car length.  OC went from this...  to this...

I ended up straightening out her car rather than move mine.  As I write this entry, it occurs to me that this was a better story in my head than on my blog.  Oh well.