violation

Last night, about an hour before I got home, M tells me, she was at her desk on the computer, little P was in the bedroom watching TV. M went toward the kitchen and noticed a middle-aged white man with shoulder-length hair standing on the back porch (the main entrance) looking into the bedroom window at P.

M opened the door, asked the man if he needed something. He asked if they rented trailers. She said no. He asked if they had horses. She said no. Bones was going crazy, he followed the man as he walked up the driveway to the street. Good thing. M watched him for a minute then called the police when he sat and lit a cigarette across the street (not directly across the street but at the T about 100 yards from the house).

Two policewomen showed up in a cruiser and questioned him, and, after M called and asked for an update, came by the house and told her he told them he was looking for a trailer or land to rent (the confusion mine). They couldn't arrest him because he wasn't on the property.

I asked M if P knew about the incident. She had told her, and she was a little scared, and, M said, it gave her a good opportunity to explain to P not to talk to strangers.

J arrived home shortly after I did. He was worried. I asked him how he was, he said, "All right." I said, "How are you really?" He said, "I wish I didn't have to be worried about my family." That's understandable, that fear. My fear extended to the fact that there's a closet full of guns in the house. It's usually locked, but I wondered if they weren't sleeping with a gun in their room, in the room they share with P.

I didn't think much about the peeping tom until I went out in the middle of the night to smoke a cigarette and write. All the lights in the house were on, including the front porch light (which was on when I arrived home and turned off; it was back on). I sat on the porch kind of spooked, unable to write.

Later, after I finished my transcribing work, I took a puff, then took a shower, and got more spooked as I thought about someone looking in at me, even though it's not very likely. While I was in the shower, I almost convinced myself I was going to see a shadow pass by the shower curtain

When I get spooked like that, I try to surrender to the idea that I might die, and that's not really such a bad thing. It's part of life, right? If it's my time to go, it's my time to go. But I did think it would be an unfortunate way to go, naked with the shower water running on me all night long, and maybe for days, since I don't see M&J every day and they don't bother me in my room.

We all woke up alive and okay, I'm happy to report.