Yesterday I was uncomfortable. I have a letter from my audiologist saying that I need an alarm dog, and I am getting emotionally charged at the prospect of a little friend who should reduce panic attacks in the middle of the night. I have also requested a hasp and padlock for my outside door to protect the place when I am gone. The owners are trying to upgrade the quality of tenants. In the meantime, it looks like parole and probation is recommending the place to their clients, so there is going to be a sorting process going on. We have a core of good people, so hopefully things will slowly improve.Good morning, Voltmaniacs....The gentleman has plenty of tattoos and seems like he might have gang affiliations. Still, although on guard, we chat with him. He says, "I'll put it in your GPS, do you have phones?"....We were laughing so hard we almost bust a gut. We are pretty sure they were a couple of gang members stripping the car in a deserted cul-de-sac and here we are a couple of old ladies chatting with them like we didn't know what was going on. Could have been the scene out of a comedy movie.
I will add that at no time did we sense that we were in danger. We are both pretty street savvy.
I guess my "paranoid" thoughts and anxiety yesterday were warranted. Some of the people getting evicted are truly paranoid against me. Gut is good. I don't snitch unless others' activities are likely to have a negative consequence on me. I am so naive at times. Will be so good to eventually get the money to get out of here.