Documenting Weirdness (and edit)

Today I'm thankful that I can document strange things.

This is something that previously happened quite a bit in front of my home but seemed to have stopped about six months to a year ago.

This may not have been about my family or my ex.

I'll document it here just in case.

I will not post the individual's license plate number.  Rather I will highlight and underline the numbers and letters in the order they appear just in case I wind up deceased -

or if this person had the wrong house and someone else winds up hurt.

Around 6:15 this evening, a tall Caucasian man (perhaps 6'2" - 6'4") was banging on one of the living room windows. We have 4 windows on the lower level, he chose the one nearest where I was sitting.  The window was open and I had a fan running.

He was thin and lanky.  He wore a white or light blue button up shirt with vertical blue stripes and blue jeans.  He appeared in be in his early twenties.

His hair was dark.

He seemed angry or emotionally distressed.

When I approached the window I didn't see him.

I asked the kids to come down and let me know if they recognized the bright red Honda Civic blocking the driveway.

They didn't.

I ran for my rifle.

Getting closer to the window, I noticed that he was standing next to the window just out of my line of sight.

Shadows give away important information.

I told my eldest to grab the v-tech phone and call the non-emergency dispatch line.

At this point, the young man started to stagger away from the window sauntering across my front yard.

I couldn't tell if he was full of emotion

or drunk.

I didn't smell alcohol but I probably wasn't close enough.

He walked towards the red car that was parked in front of my driveway and sat there for at least five minutes, with his door open, and staring at his hands.

That made me nervous.

I called dispatch.

I didn't know if it were an emergency, I don't mind wading through the IVR system and waiting a few minutes to speak to an officer.

When an officer came to the line, I gave my address and told him that it wasn't an emergency but I needed advice.

The young man must've saw me in the window with the phone.  At this point he grabs a phone and appears to be texting someone.

He sat there a few minutes longer before starting the car and pulling into my driveway.

After about a minute, he left.

I got the make, model and license plate number of the car.

The officer read it back to me so I'd have the information.

I let him know I'd call if this person returned.

This individual was either impaired or emotional.

The energy was strange.

This isn't the first time this has happened.  I've had strange people bang on my door, bang on my garage door, bang on my windows, break into the house, turn on the water and cut my garden hose, burn stuff on my porch, tear apart dolls and decorative stained glass flowers in my front yard as well as smash the various lights that grace the yard.

It became very frightening between 2012 and 2016.  I thought it had stopped.

Perhaps it had not.

I find myself wondering if this person had the wrong house.  If so, I'm very scared for the person he was looking for.

Due to the frequency of people who wind up doing crazy crap in my front yard I have to wonder if one of the neighbors is a drug dealer.

-or-

this could be a continuation of the crap I dealt with from my ex-husband's family.  It wasn't uncommon for his family to lie about me and send angry people to confront me.  The other trick they liked to use is to claim I was married to his brother and send my brother-in-law's debt collectors to my house in an attempt to collect the money.

For the most part, I have the ability to calm people down and get them to see reason.  Sometimes, especially with the bill collectors my ex-husband's family sent to me, I've had to grab knives or weapons to keep them away.

That hasn't had to happen since October 1994 when they sent a trio of  car repo-men to me.  That crap ended when they saw that I drove a beat up old Mercury Lynx.

Good ol' Hermes had my back that night.

This wouldn't be the last time I'd see the repo-men.  They'd make appearances in front my home twice within the next three years.  At one point, they even followed me to a Sears in Lakewood.

Who does that?

Seriously.....

I'm still afraid of the games.

Perhaps I need to keep my crossbow near the door.

Sigh....

One would think they'd know not to mess with pagans.

******

Today....I couldn't fight very much.

I spent yesterday with four pit bulls in a mountain town.

They are the sweetest little angles.

Their fur feels like Satin.

If I can ever get a pit bull for my PTSD, I'm naming him or her satin.

It'll sure make people talk given my alleged religion.

Fashionistas worship satin. 

Alas, due to my allergies, I'm having trouble breathing and seeing so I wouldn't have wanted to confront this person.

Most of the young ladies living here are gay or not dating.

This was not someone's love or former love.

He slightly resembled my eldest's boyfriend but he's a tad bit older and drives a much nicer car.

My eldest's boyfriend nearly died due to opioids and is the reason I plan on carrying Narcan.  Since the city is helping me with the tree, I can finally save my pennies to buy two doses ($140.00).

This man and my daughter are a little pissed at me right now.  I don't believe that the path he's walking is an easy or safe one. Hopefully they'll reach out before he kills himself by taking the Fentanyl laced crap. Too many people I know are losing their kids to Oxycodone laced with Fentanyl.

It scares me that he and his huge long haired dog are living with my granddaughter.  I had to babysit her when he was hauled off in an ambulance due to an overdose.  He OD'd in front of her!!!

I'm surprised CPS didn't get involved.

There were EpiPens throughout the house.

That poor little girl inherited my reddish auburn hair and my allergies.

Sigh....

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I'm putting this here because, quite honestly, I don't believe this is something that happens to many people.

What are the odds that upset people come banging on a window more than once in a lifetime?

It wasn't a client either.

I have NO clue who it was.

To be quite blunt about, he looked a lot like me with the translucent white skin and dark hair.

Most people in my family are short.  The men are rarely taller than 5' 7."

Maybe he is one of my new found sisters' kids?  I don't know.

My sisters call me when I'm working.  Since I'm working, job interviewing and going to school I haven't had a lot of time to call them back.

He didn't leave a note, though.

One would think he'd leave a note.

Sometimes it's best to document things just in case they become problematic.

Hopefully, it was nothing but someone who had the wrong house and was frustrated with traffic.

Love ya,

S.

Edit 09/17/2018

I think it was a contractor trying to quote me for tree removal.

The reason I say that was that I received a text with a quote from someone two hours later.  They did not give the name of their business.  I suppose I could call them back and get the name.

They also left a text asking me to give them a chance.

In my view, the very phrase "give me a chance" shows incompetence and a lack of confidence.

I probably won't hire them.

I did my witchy thing hoping the person will find jobs that suit his competence level and help them. make money.

Knocking on my window was weird.

It shouldn't have scared me that much.

Besides, he came in $600 higher than the other people I called.

He looked dejected as he stared into his hands.  Hopefully his deity heard my prayer.  He seems to need the money.

If these things scare me, I need a service animal (and steroid injections).

Edit 09/18/2018

Around 3:45 today a woman was waving at the children as they were walking home from school.

I was home today.  I had just picked my car up from the garage and it started making a metal on metal grating sound as I accelerated.  I took it right back to the mechanic. 

I watched her as she followed them to the porch.  One of the kids shut the door and locked it behind them.

That woman came up and jiggled the handle several times!  

I made it known that I was watching her.  She left and made her way to the neighbor's house with an older guy. 

They were wearing tan pants and light blue shirts. 

I wonder if they were with A*P security peddling systems? 

I'll call A*P. 

I think I'll scratch them off my wish list.  Perhaps that was the lesson.

I checked the door.  She didn't leave anything.  Usually when salespeople jiggle the handle, they are attaching sales flyers.

There were none.

That bothers me.  

I need better security cameras but if I find they were the ones breaking my boundaries, I'll never buy from them. 

It's hard to imagine door to door salespeople and home improvement contractors getting so darn brazen. 

I have a no soliciting sign.  The city asks that solicitors honor those.  

I also have a sign suggesting that I have an attack dog.  There is also another sign warning of the video surveillance along the property.  

Perhaps I'd have better luck if I painted a pentagram on the door.   It will be easy to find decals for that this time of year. 

I could also put an upside down broom on he porch.  Those are said to ward people off. 

Do you why? 

I don't. 

I assume it is because of the way witches of old used to use their broom handles to go on psychedelic journeys.  They'd smear psychedelic herbs on the handles and mount them.  Apparently the vagina can absorb intoxicants. 

Yep.....

I know, right?  

It puts a new spin on ridin' dirty, eh? 

It's not worth risking the splinters.  

I'd laugh if someone stole the broom.

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Yeah....I wonder how long it will take for me to get over the stalking crap?  Will I always be afraid of strangers knocking on the windows and jiggling the door handles?

Should I be afraid of these things?

I don't even know what normal is any more.

I have dreams of men....

men trying to hug me, kiss me and touch me....

I'm always too damn afraid to let them close because I care for them.

I'm probably just sad because I went to a rock shop in the mountains and thought about the security guard who used to spend hours upon hours with me talking about classic rock, the Colorado scenery, gemstones and rocks common to Colorado and how to make beautiful jewelry.

I was promoted and moved into another office.

He quit his job and I never saw him again.

He called my house once a few months after he quit his job. I  didn't answer.  My ex was still living in the house and I didn't want to pull him into my private hell.

I miss him.

I'm still hesitant to bring anyone into my own private little hell.

When will it be safe?

I'm not sure it will ever be safe for me.

Love ya, 

S.  

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