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Calls to the Police






Today, I am thankful for good advice.





My ex was in town yesterday. 




I've had trouble containing my tears since my garden hose was cut a few weeks ago.  I am planning on moving.  I've looked at houses in various places in small towns in my home state. 



I fell in love with a house in Georgia.  I am actually licensed in Georgia, so that would be an easy state for me to move to. 



I'm still looking.

I'm also licensed in Hawaii but I don't have a prayer of affording a place there. 


I'm trying to get a license in California.  For some reason, that state is tricky.


We'll see. 


I love my job.  I love my office.  I cry when I realize that I'm going to have to give them up. 


I cry a lot. 


My office mate caught me crying.

My boss caught me crying.

Mike caught me crying.

Mike called the local police patrolman to ask what he thought we should do.


He didn't get more than one sentence out.....

All he said was "my dead sister's boyfriend blocked our driveway in March...".


The officer interrupted with a response....he said "it's time for a restraining order."


The local police department keeps track of every phone call I make.  I've called a lot.  Maybe it is time for a restraining order.


You know....


I was a victim's advocate.


I like proof. Judges like proof.  They don't always require it.  It's just nice to have.

If I could only figure out how to retrieve the video from my new camera to take to the judge, all would be well.

I don't know...It can't be that hard to tap the SD card.  I'll figure it out. 


Maybe the telephone recordings of my freak out 911 sessions are proof enough. 


I'm still debating what to do next. 

I've had a lot of people try to help me recently.  I had a woman who runs a support group for estranged mothers explain that many of her colleagues brag about stalking their kids, their former in-laws and their grandchildren.  They do this to get information. She says that this could be what is going on.  If so, it is something that Mike and his mother need to deal with.  I can't do a thing about it.

That was helpful advice.  I do pray for this woman who helped me.  She's estranged from her daughter.  That's sad.  This woman seems to have a good heart. 



I'll let you know what happens.




I just want to let you know that angels are everywhere.  I should give them more energy than I give the demonic jerks who pretend to be Christian. 



Love,

S.


P.S.  I have a cricket singing his mating song in my living room.  I'm trying to find him to shoo him out the door.  I wonder how he's living inside this house.  What do crickets eat?  What do they need?

That poor little guy. 

Next stop Google.....someone ought to know what to do.

Cheers!



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