I still have no idea who got into my house but I’m pretty much over it.
I mean, here in my town, this doesn’t happen very often at all. And when it does, it happens to other people too. One lady had her checkbook stolen out of her car and another guy had his cabin broken into as well.
We think it was an “out-of-towner” who was wandering aimlessly through the village half-drunk for a few days. He’s now gone back to his own village. Things have settled down.
Except that my pipes are all busted underneath my house, I’m still rattled and paranoid about someone else coming in to my home, and I’m ready to move somewhere warm.
Which is huge for me. Because we all know how much I love winter. In spite of all the problems that can occur.
My dear friend Dusty doesn’t want me to move. I don’t want to leave him. He’s the brother I’ve always wanted, one of my best friends in the world. He’s lovingly carted me and Howard around for the past few days, talking up the experience, trying to find the positive in everything. I like to think I’m adaptable. But God damn it, I hate it when everything gets thrown at me at once.
For now, the house is warm, we’re making due without water, and taking showers at Brian’s parents’ house.
I’ve yet to break down in to tears. Oddly enough. Ya’ll know what a crybaby I am. I love me some hot raging tears.
Tomorrow is Howard’s birthday. Only the second birthday in which we’ve had running water since moving to this state. I’m growing tired of this lifestyle. I love this place but I don’t know how much more I can honestly take. I want to be able to make a really nice dinner for my husband. My husband who has loved me deeply and unconditionally for over fifteen years. Who has been my strength and my rock of gibraltor when I needed it the most. But I can’t. Because God just had to throw one more wrench in 2007: I’m out of propane. My stove won’t run without it. I’m not going to be able to get another tank until tomorrow night. If we had restaurants that served dinner, I’d take him out. And I just feel terrible. I dragged him up here and now look at where we are.
Chances are; the wonderful people who share my village will help me anyway they can. Because they love Howard as much as I do. I mean, who wouldn’t? Those dimples alone could make your heart melt. I’m so amazingly grateful for all of that. I think if it weren’t for all these fabulous people, I’d have chucked this gig a long time ago.
But I’m still tired. And I feel bad.
And I hope that Howard still loves me after I feed him some canned chili beans heated up in the microwave.