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June 27th, 2007
who’s gonna scare away the boogieman?

Last night, after everybody was in their respective bedtime locations (crate, basket, end of bed and bed), Regina started barking. Loudly. I rolled over, said shush, and noticed that the porch light had come on (it’s motion activated).

And for some reason, possibly because I had been watching a Law & Order marathon, that scared me to death.

Normally Reggie doesn’t bark, so several loud, shrill and pointed barks at the door is highly unusual.

And the Chop has been in NYC since Sunday.

So I opened her crate and systematically went to every window in the house, in the dark, to shut and lock them. Then, since our French doors seem awfully easy to break into (at least to me), I pushed a heavy cabinet in front of it.

I put Reggie back in her crate, but moved it closer to the bed and decided to sleep on his side (next to her), turned on the AC in the bedroom and tried to will myself to sleep.

Five minutes later I retrieved one of the military knives my father gave me for protection and slipped it under my pillow.

This morning I felt like an idiot, but the truth is, I felt incredibly vulnerable. We live on a very quiet street, and our house is up a little hill, set apart with woods and a stream behind it and I don’t honestly know how well our neighbors could hear me if I started screaming. (Some of them are old, lol.)

Before I met the Chop I lived quite easily alone (however it was on the second floor, with people above and below, and the doors had several locks apiece), and part of me wonders if I’ve gotten less of an independent-take-on-the-world-bring-it attitude since we moved in together.

And I don’t particularly like it, lol. So, independent women who previously lived alone but are now living in sin/married, did we change or is it dependent on perceived safety (locks, second floor, etc.)?


  1. When I first started out on my own after the divorce, I noticed I was a lot more careful about making sure that my doors were locked and not sleeping with the downstairs windows open. Now I’m paranoid, but only because my house was broken into.

    Comment by Jabberwocky — Wednesday.June.27.2007 @ 4:09 pm

  2. Also, so glad the comments finally work for me again. I haven’t been able to leave one for months!

    Comment by Jabberwocky — Wednesday.June.27.2007 @ 4:10 pm

  3. Yeah, that’d make me paranoid as hell.

    They were broken?! Oof. I didn’t know that, lol. I wonder how I fixed it.

    Comment by the insider — Wednesday.June.27.2007 @ 4:13 pm

  4. Nah, you didn’t break the comments. I had the same problem with a few other blogs. Methinks it was a browser issue.

    Also, look at it this way–we pick different spaces to live in based on who will be living there. Where you pick to live as a couple will be different than what you might’ve picked as a singleton.

    It’s kind of like walking down a dark street at night–it doesn’t bother me as much if I’m not alone.

    Comment by Jabberwocky — Thursday.June.28.2007 @ 12:54 am

  5. lol poor thing. Don’t feel ashamed, we sued to had an axe when living in a flat. Now in a house, we’ve got alarm connected to the police station and lots of keys around the hose that lock windows and doors.

    Just in case, you know. If anytime there is a fire, God bless us if we have to open every system.

    Comment by Me, Myself and I — Thursday.June.28.2007 @ 3:50 am

  6. i’ve always been wary of the dark. if my parents were out late i would turn on ALL the lights in the house and sleep on the couch. i still kinda do this when i’m alone at night. oh and even though i live with my hubby i still need many lights on at night especially making the trek from upstairs to downstairs. but then, i’m a weirdo.

    Comment by wendykat — Thursday.June.28.2007 @ 11:56 am

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