Today I am thankful for microphone shopping.
So....
my new life starts in six weeks.
I am not sure what to expect.
I took some of my settlement money and put an ad in the local paper. I've been in this paper several times since 1995. This is the first time I've actually paid to have my name in it.
My phone is ringing. I look forward to going back into business.
I'm hoping that my ex-husband's new job will put an end to the stalking. If his family is stalking me to keep tabs on him, it should stop. If he put his family up to stalking me to keep an eye on me, it will probably amp up when he is away.
I'm trying to get a loan so that I can repair and fortify the house. It will make it easier to sell. I'm seriously considering moving. I'm thinking about moving to Arizona. It depends on whether or not I can get a job at the university.
I'm starting to make new recordings. I decided that I need a cartoid microphone to do impromptu vocal recordings for my live session clients.
Hearing that I was looking for a new microphone, my ex-husband had to show me a video.
My first thought was that he wants to show me how to hold a Mike.
I'm thinking....the shooter. What do you think?
Love ya,
S.
P.S. I'm joking. If I made that joke around Steve, I'd be chastised for putting down all man-kind and ignored for two weeks. There may be a legal threat thrown in for good measure, too.
I did do some research on stalking. The best advice I've heard thus far was from Alex Jones. I realized, upon reflecting upon my experiences over the past three years, that various members of Michael's family are engaging in stalking behaviors that don't make sense. They harass me on the street. They watch me drink coffee. They bother people I know and spread gossip. These are things that make sense. Putting bloody underwear on my porch is a rape threat; that doesn't make sense coming from my former in-laws.
I wondered....did they get their ideas from YouTube videos? In sheer boredom, I watched numerous videos about gang stalking. I came away with great information.
I learned how to fortify my home. How to detect bugs and GPS boxes. I learned how to secure my phone and computer. The best advice came from a prominent conspiracy theorist. Alex Jones suggested getting a Chihuahua to alert me to break-ins and a large dog to chew up the attackers.
If I decide to keep the house, I'm going to get a couple of dogs. I'll also put in a dog run in the middle of the yard so no one can poison my pups by throwing stuff over the fence. The last time I had a dog, my mother-in-law wanted me to kill it. I don't trust those people.
Dogs are supposed to be members of the family. I don't want to bury one before it gets the chance to live a full life.