Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
I Feel Vulnerable
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Today has been bittersweet. On one hand it was good. On
the other, I've become a little disturbed (and I don't
mean in the head, although I do wonder sometimes).
Gen and Sam stopped by this morning. Sam agreed to help me
change the flat tire on the RAV, since I have no
experience what-so-ever with such things. Once he got the
flat off and inspected it for damage, it was immediately
obvious what caused the flat. There was a screw
strategically located right in the groove of the tire.
Based on Sam's expert opinion (I say expert because he
knows WAY more about cars than I do), he thinks it wasn't
an accident and somebody placed the screw on it's head
behind the tire on purpose.
When I think back to the last day I drove the RAV, I'm
disturbed. It was a Thursday. I drove the RAV to work, it
was parked in the mall parking lot for over 5 hours with
no issue (if the tire was damaged before then wouldn't the
tire pressure warning light have come on after sitting for
that long)? When I got home, at 10pm, one of the neighbors
that hates me was outside loading lumber onto the back of
his pick-up truck (why I don't know). He's a mean man. A
southern redneck that drives a big truck with a
confederate flag on it. He belittles his wife in front of
everyone (on the front porch) and screams at his kids
to "leave him the fuck alone" pretty much daily. I didn't
have a problem with him or his family until after that
whole blow-up with the nosy bitch down the street this
past summer. His wife was friends with her and they've
snubbed me since then, not that I care. Because of his
behavior I never wanted much to do with them anyway.
Anyhow, I digress. When I got out of the RAV and set the
alarm, he watched me walk into the house. The guy gives me
the creeps. I didn't go anywhere until Sunday night. I
took the RAV up to the mini-mart just across the street
(because it was raining). It was fine. Monday morning the
tire is flat. I can't prove he did it, but it's suspicious
and now I'm not at all comfortable.
For the first time ever, I wish Snookums was home simple
because I feel vulnerable and that's SO not me. I've NEVER
once felt vulnerable because I didn't have a man here, but
I feel that way now. I'm trying to convince myself that it
was simply a strange accident. That's very plausible, but
I felt weird when I got home that night and I can't ignore
my gut feeling. It's served me well in the past. What's
done is done, there's nothing I can do about it, but I can
promise you one thing -- I'll be sweeping my foot under
all my tires before I ever pull out again and I'll
instruct Snookums to do the same. Jealousy is a terrible
disease. Unfortunately, too many people in my life are
afflicted with it.
Other than that, my day has been great. I got to spend it
at home doing nothing. My favorite place to be and my
favorite thing to do! I feel kind of tired and the end of
daylight savings time isn't helping any. It got dark at
4:30pm! It's only 7pm and I feel like I'm ready for bed
already. Which is just as well. I've got a busy day
tomorrow. I have to get the Impala's registration renewed
and I need to take it in for new front tires. I'm pretty
sure mine are so worn, they're illegal. I've been putting
it off for months now. Then of course there's Girl Scouts,
oh I hate Girl Scout night... Ciao.
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