Close Scrapes
I am about to embark upon that quest that all only children must face when they live w/ someone unrelated to them. A girl from work and her toddler son need a place to live for two weeks until her house is ready. She has, quite literally, nowhere else to go after being evicted from her apartment. I barely know her, and yet I felt moved to offer my house to her. My mother practically had a heart attack when I aske dif we could let her stay here, lol. She has a hard time trusting everyone, and opening her home, especially when she's not going to be there for a while, was hard for her. In the end, though, she consented, and I'm very glad. I shall keep posting how it's going when she gets here today.
I had a number of adventures yesterday, including going twice to Starbucks and Half-Price Books. The best of all, though, was when, at 11:30 p.m., my friend Rachel and I wanted to go to Holiday Park to swing. It was closed, but Rachel said she'd done it many times before and it was always peaceful and deserted. Of course me, w/ my paranoid imagination, was whispering all kinds of questions about murderers and rapists, and Rachel seemed like she kept her cool when she said that no one ever came there. When we arrived, we walked down a path a bit, and then we realized that it would be awfully hard to navigate in the foggy darkness w/o flashlights, and so I got scared and wanted to turn back. On the path back, we heard a shuffling in the trees and a flashlight came on out of nowhere. The bearer shouted something, and Rachel screamed and bolted, still hanging on to my hand (or was I hanging on to hers?). Anyway, for some reason I was willing to stay and talk to this person, but Rachel started running and I tripped in surprise and ended up being dragged by her for quite a ways. I received scrapes and a bloody elbow. It turned out to be a police officer, just on night duty, who had simply shouted, "Police!" to alert us of his presence. Rachel swears he shouted, "I'm a maniacal murderer!" Anyway, he led us back to his car to give me a band-aid for my elbow and sent us on our way. Oddly enough, he had the intimidating monicker of "Officer Knuckols." Lol. I was all to eager to go home and go to bed after that, but we laughed hysterically on the way home.
I had a number of adventures yesterday, including going twice to Starbucks and Half-Price Books. The best of all, though, was when, at 11:30 p.m., my friend Rachel and I wanted to go to Holiday Park to swing. It was closed, but Rachel said she'd done it many times before and it was always peaceful and deserted. Of course me, w/ my paranoid imagination, was whispering all kinds of questions about murderers and rapists, and Rachel seemed like she kept her cool when she said that no one ever came there. When we arrived, we walked down a path a bit, and then we realized that it would be awfully hard to navigate in the foggy darkness w/o flashlights, and so I got scared and wanted to turn back. On the path back, we heard a shuffling in the trees and a flashlight came on out of nowhere. The bearer shouted something, and Rachel screamed and bolted, still hanging on to my hand (or was I hanging on to hers?). Anyway, for some reason I was willing to stay and talk to this person, but Rachel started running and I tripped in surprise and ended up being dragged by her for quite a ways. I received scrapes and a bloody elbow. It turned out to be a police officer, just on night duty, who had simply shouted, "Police!" to alert us of his presence. Rachel swears he shouted, "I'm a maniacal murderer!" Anyway, he led us back to his car to give me a band-aid for my elbow and sent us on our way. Oddly enough, he had the intimidating monicker of "Officer Knuckols." Lol. I was all to eager to go home and go to bed after that, but we laughed hysterically on the way home.