This is my home:
Earlier today I had two unknown men run across my backyard and out our side gate. As I saw them run past my french doors, I kept my eye on them following them around to my other french doors in the dining room, I noticed those doors were locked. About that time Ferguson jumped up and started barking as the fumbled with the gate catch. I quickly jumped up and flipped the lock on the first set of doors.
I ran for my phone but I’d couldn’t get it back up quick enough. I’d just shut it down and was rebooting it when this started.
These two guys didn’t look like vagrants. What they did look like were two men running from the law.
Our home overlooks a canyon, which of late has been housing some homeless. I’ve never fussed about it as some of you may have noticed in previous posts, my feeling has been one of compassion. However, we have a new batch and they have littered and destroyed the terrain below us. They say you can tell a lot about a person by how they keep their home, perhaps that’s what contributed to my discomfort, I don’t know. Nonetheless, as my hubby and I looked out our backyard the other day we were grateful for the thick growth of thick trees and bushes below us which appear to be impenetrable. It has always made me feel safe. If I can’t get through them then who can?
Right now, I sit here overwhelmed with fear. I can’t stop crying afraid to open my doors.
The night before the police helicopters had been searching for someone and on their bull horn gave a description. Could this be them? Was there a them? I thought it was just one guy.
I did finally get through to the police and they were nice. The dispatch lady tried to calm me. The dispatcher said, no, it wasn’t the man they’d been looking for, they caught the guy last night. She asked for their description which I gave to her. She wanted to be sure I was okay. I told her I would call my husband as he worked nearby. She thought that a good idea. So, as soon as I could somewhat calm myself I tried to him. I couldn’t get a ring and it went to voicemail. I’m thinking perhaps he’d forgotten to charge it. So, I called his work. By now, I’m crying in a panic rush but I’m not getting anywhere there either. It kept asking for me to punch an extension which I didn’t know, always relying on the cell. So, I hit HR, but get nothing. No one answers. I do this three times trying different extensions. It’s like WTF!
I’m angry and in a dither. Through all this I actually debated whether or not I could show up at his work with no makeup and my hair still wet. How vain am I? VERY!!!
Yes, I’d just moments before gotten out of the shower. At least I was dressed but I’d not yet blow dried my hair or put makeup on. I thought I’d just hang out for a change and yes, I put makeup on every. single. day. But yes, I got in the car and started to back out of the driveway when the police showed up, so I stayed and showed them around.
I took them to the backyard, which I’d not been out to and there were 5-6 police cars and vans searching the brush. I looked up at the cop and he said, that what happens is when they cruise the homeless camp areas, the ones with warrants will run off and that is probably what happened. Even though that should have eased my mind, it didn’t.
We talked more about home security systems for our home and weapons, should I want to add that measure. Yes, we talked about that. They actually recommended less harmful weaponry that can ward off a perp but have limited range and not hurt anyone else, should you fire it. I can’t remember what, but that’s not much good to me.
Knowing California law, I sold anything I had (nothing serious, just enough for the coyotes, possums and varmints on the farm), now I wish I had something for the varmints that might come up my slope.
I was grateful that my door wasn’t hanging open like it usually is.
I finally got through to Russ, he had checked his phone and called me back and of course, came and checked on me. I put up a stiff upper lip and he went back to work.
I felt like such a whiny, cry-baby lady.
I don’t know why it left me so rattled. They weren’t in the least bit interested in coming into my home, but some how I felt violated and less safe. I’m alone 10 hours a day. I go to the gym a few hours a week and go shopping on occasion. I have very few friends that live nearby. Since I moved from Alabama, the people I’ve met here are too busy with their own lives and families. I’m not one of those that locks her doors, my husband is fanatical about it. Now, it looks like I will have to and it makes me so angry and sad.
We are not in a bad neighborhood or part of town. It’s just a regular suburban home and yet… I no longer feel safe.
Right now I’m yearning for the farm.