I have had a HELL of a week. Seriously. Both extremes, ups and downs. But for the most part, ups I suppose.
Monday: First night of sewing class for the semester. I love this class, and am glad I kicked my own butt and went. I enjoy the people who are my friends there, and I learn SO much. I never get tired of it. I am looking forward to all the things I will learn this semester.
Tuesday, 2:30 am: Woke up with a sicky feeling. NEVER fell back to sleep.
Tuesday, 8:30 am: Was up, showered, dressed, make-up'd, and downtown-ish for a seminar that started at 9:00am ... on three hours of sleep. The seminar was on time management skills (which I need desperately). But, hey, getting three hours of sleep, that is some time management for ya, if I do say so myself.
Tuesday, unnamed time: Leave said seminar just in time to beat the traffic - which I think gives me actual, clinical, anxiety (the traffic, not the leaving early, err, um... I mean RIGHT ON TIME ...). Sue me. I didn't want to experience the feelings I get driving in traffic, and had gotten a TON of great notes from the class, plus the book that came with it.
Tuesday, 4:00 pm - 7:00 pm: At home, getting the rest of my sleep I was owed from earlier. It was splendid.
Wednesday: Friends came over, which is always my favorite. I made beer bread, then we ate some of it. Then, Ryan, Mountain Man, Gingy, our friend/cousin GameBoy, our other friend Mr. Witty, and our other friend Beanpole took the partially eaten bread to our new neighbor/friend (he was a friend before he became our neighbor) The Accountant. I am sure he loved our partially eaten delicious beer bread. It was a good housewarming gift, I thought. So then all billion of us came back to our house and hung out. It was a jolly good time.
Thursday.
Okay, now Thursday is where it gets REAL interesting. Seriously. I know it's long, but KEEP READING. (I promise we will get back to the boring, no spending stuff tomorrow.)
Thursday 5:00 pm: I leave to pick up my hot date, Newlywed. She and I decided not to torture our husbands by making them go to our company's annual awards banquet, so we went together, so as not to look like losers. Yada yada yada, great time was had by all, Luis Pulau (sp???) spoke, yada, yada, dropped her off and headed home.
Thursday 10, maybe 10:30 ish pm: I pull into my complex and there are four men standing there. I think to myself, "Whatever, people in the parking lot, nothing new. I wish my dumb garage door opener worked better." I drive closer to my garage door, wait for it to open and realize these four men are not talking they are ARGUING and one man has a stick (not like a tree stick, like a broom handle like stick) and is ASSAULTING one of the other men. Since when do I live in the GHETTO?!?!?! HOLY HELL! My dumb garage door FINALLY opens I pull in quickly and close the door and run frantically upstairs to my bedroom, while dialing 911.
I then proceed to give a play by play of the men arguing and beating one another to the 911 operator, since, hey, they're right outside my bedroom window and I have a good view and all. One man is bleeding, the police come. Seriously.
Here is what I emailed to the manager of the HOA (Home Owners Association):
Good Morning and Happy Friday Mr. HOA Manager,
I have done my best to not be a “complainer” around Beautiful California Living Place. I am of the mindset that if I don’t complain about everything, when I actually do it’s because it is important.
The unit at 139 is a renter, I believe. Is that correct? I have noticed since they moved in that there is an extra “room” built into their garage, leaving no room to park in it. The parking in our community doesn’t bother me, my guests always have a place, and Ryan and I always park in the garage, so that’s a non issue for me. But I know that it bothers some people. I am slightly more concerned about the safety of having so much stuff in his garage. And Nicole and I were speculating that he is a renter, so weren’t sure how happy the owner of the house would be.
This is not the real reason I am writing this morning. Last night a line was so far crossed it is UNACCEPTABLE. I believe that the owner would want to know the happenings of last night.
Mr. HOA Manager, I had to call 911!
Police came, an ambulance, a fire truck …
I wrote down what I witnessed, so I wouldn’t forget in case the police needed more than my 911 call. Here is what happened:
I pulled into the complex, my garage door opener never works correctly,
so I was trying to get my door garage open and stopped while waiting
for it to open. I saw the four men. I thought they were just talking
but realized they were arguing. One of the men, he had dark hair and
wore a dark jacket, had a stick like (broom handle like) object that he
was wielding as a weapon.
I saw him swing the man that I believe to reside at 139 Main St.,
that man then fell to the ground. By this time my garage had opened
and I pulled in quickly and closed the door.
I got my cell phone, ran in the house and called 911. I went upstairs
to look through my blinds to see what was going on. By this time the
men were all four standing by the large SUV type vehicle, it was silver.
The man with the dark hair and the man that lives at 139 were still
arguing. I do not know what they were saying. The dark haired man hit
the 139 man again with the stick. The driver of the vehicle, I believe he was wearing
shorts, got to the other side (the driver’s side) of the vehicle, got in
and opened the passenger door from the inside, I assume to get the
dark haired man to leave. The fourth man, who was watching the whole
time, he had done nothing (to help the fight, nor hinder it) until this
point when he got into the vehicle. The dark haired man was still
arguing, got in the vehicle partially. The 139 man slammed the door
repeatedly on the dark haired man, which must have caused injury
it kept not closing, as if there was something (like body parts)
in the way. By this point the men were speeding off, I noticed a police
car coming down the street on Main St.
I didn't see the 139 man run into his home as I went to the other side
of my house to see if the police had apprehended the vehicle.
I believed him to reside at 139 because his garage door was sitting
open, as if they had come out from there.
When the emergency personnel arrived, the man was indeed from 139.
I am not sure what, if anything, can be done about this. However, I do not live in Beautiful California Living Place to have to run scared into my home, calling the police out.
Thanks Mr. HOA Manager.
Sorry for such a downer complaint.
So Thursday was terrific. Really.
Friday 7:00 am: I wake up, wide awake, traumatized... pause I hear sirens outside. I need to go peek out my window. - Oh, okay, no worries. It was just paranoia. What? What's that I hear? Agoraphobia calling? ... I wake up and know I won't be able to go back to sleep. So I put on whatever clothes I find first and go to work. I looked real pretty today, let me tell you.
At least I got to watch the cutest baby in the world, my niece! She is sweet as pie.
So, all in all, it was a week full of stories. And buying lunches. Sue me.
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