Progress! Thursday, Apr 19 2007
Life 11:11 am
This morning I noticed that the FEMA trailer is gone from my neighbor’s front yard. My block is now empty of FEMA trailers and blue roofs. I gave a little cheer and did a little sitting jig in my car.
Psychic Kitty Sidekicks Tuesday, Apr 17 2007
General 1:35 pm
Last night, I had this incredibly emotionally intense dream involving yellow shirts, foot rubs and jungle gyms. OK, those are just the amusing images from the dream, I don’t want to bore you with the emotional details. At the end of this dream, I was faced with being physically seperated from Z with no way to get back to him. I could see the door I needed to go through to get to him, but getting there was impossible and I knew it. I woke at 5:20 with this sense of dread and loneliness at not having him, along with all the other emotional images in this dream. I remained in bed, trying desperately to get myself back to sleep, knowing that sleep was a long way off…
About 10 minutes later, Z came in and said, “Mom, I don’t think I can get back to sleep.”
So, I did what any good mom would do… rolled over and mumbled, “You want to get in bed with me?”
The simple act of scratching his back and soothing him back to sleep lulled me right back into my own sleep. Now, that is comfort…
So, this morning, I ask him about the dream he had that woke him up. “It wasn’t a dream. It was Emily.”
It turns out that the cat got in his bed and annoyed him awake until he got out of bed and joined me. Smart kitty.
A Different Kind of Stalker Monday, Apr 16 2007
This morning, I found a treat from a stalker on my front door. The remains of a bird, with the insides and apparently tasty bits missing. The result would make a fine headdress piece…
Somewhere out there, I have a four legged, five pointy ended friend who’s trying to get my attention…
Drunk Donna and Stalker Steve Monday, Apr 16 2007
General 12:56 pm
Some of you may have heard about Drunk Donna, the crazy lady who lives down my street. She’ll walk by my house at 8am on a Saturday drinking a beer on her way to the shop a few blocks away for more beer and smokes. For the most part, I consider her amusing. She adds.. uhm.. color to the neighborhood. She’s mostly harmless.
One afternoon she stops to chat (with a drink in each hand and a cigarette dangling from her mouth) about this, that and a little more of this. She mentions some guy with blonde hair and blue eyes who stopped to talk to her about me. He’s been checking me out, wants to know more about me.
“What guy?” I ask. “I don’t know which one you’re talking about?”
“He’s always walking by here. Lives a few blocks that way.” She gestures with a drink, spilling some on her wrist and onto my driveway.
“Is he riding a bike? Walking a dog?”
“No, no. He’s just walking.”
“When?”
“All the time. When you’re leaving in the morning. When you come home from work.”
Now, despite the fact that this seems kinda creepy, I have to ask the obligatory female question…
“Is he cute?”
“Giiirrrrlll… He’s fine.”
Well, weeks go by and I make a few jokes to some friends about the hot duck in the road (three days one week, there was a duck hanging out in my street right by my driveway), even a few about invisi-stalker. Then, Steve shows up next door.
My neighbor is trying to sell his house, but there are all sorts of little things to be repaired. His dad is in the hospital, all sorts of drama… So, Steve informs me. This is why Steve has offered to come over and help fix up a few things. Within 10 minutes of introducing himself, he makes sure he informs me of the custody battle raging between him and his ex-wife (with some colorful language just for fun). I have since met his son. I have never seen an 8 year old who looked so prepared to join the Third Reich. Bright blonde hair in a buzz cut just like his dad’s, bright blue eyes, camoflauge shorts, white wife beater and a expression that tells me I can F off!
I now see Steve every time I leave or return from work… It’s really kinda creepy.
Oh… and, he’s so NOT cute!