There is no one in my house...
Much as my mind's workings are trying to convince me that the little settlings of this old old rambling apartment house are some sinister person, laying in wait somewhere in here, set to kill me. I tell you, these are the thoughts that happen when an intruder comes in some part of your space. I have checked and looked. All the closets, behind the shower curtain...the places where someone could hide. No one is in here.
I have neighbor's that don't truly understand the need to bolt our outer door and the need to do so became starkly clear when I came home at 4:00 pm to find the front door wide open and no one in evidence at all. I did shout around, got no answer and then locked up the house.
My general point made about our security was more starkly made when another female resident was working in our yard and somehow it worked out that a vagrant type intruded into our yard and he parked himself right in our open doorway. He was cantankerous enough that she felt the police were needed. If you lived near the Avenue here, you would know what I mean by vagrant type from the Avenue. I won't go into the particulars of that type of situations. This person made what he thought were charming statements but seem threatening to a female alone. That female was not me and I am getting this information second hand. But the fact that the person encroached into our yard and front door, makes me more nervous about my living space and is giving me reason to be up typing this, well past my bedtime. Sooo...
There is no one in my house (or my floor of it)...but me, the cat, and those mice I am trying to catch.
My last email about this to all of "them". The other inmates of our residential house was that we have to implement heightened security measures like at the airport. Well sure...I think we do. I won't bore you with those but I outlined a plan for what that would be.
Gah.
by thestarlet
I have neighbor's that don't truly understand the need to bolt our outer door and the need to do so became starkly clear when I came home at 4:00 pm to find the front door wide open and no one in evidence at all. I did shout around, got no answer and then locked up the house.
My general point made about our security was more starkly made when another female resident was working in our yard and somehow it worked out that a vagrant type intruded into our yard and he parked himself right in our open doorway. He was cantankerous enough that she felt the police were needed. If you lived near the Avenue here, you would know what I mean by vagrant type from the Avenue. I won't go into the particulars of that type of situations. This person made what he thought were charming statements but seem threatening to a female alone. That female was not me and I am getting this information second hand. But the fact that the person encroached into our yard and front door, makes me more nervous about my living space and is giving me reason to be up typing this, well past my bedtime. Sooo...
There is no one in my house (or my floor of it)...but me, the cat, and those mice I am trying to catch.
My last email about this to all of "them". The other inmates of our residential house was that we have to implement heightened security measures like at the airport. Well sure...I think we do. I won't bore you with those but I outlined a plan for what that would be.
Gah.
by thestarlet