We had a little bit of "excitement" in the ghetto, last night.
My Mommy came over for dinner and a movie last night and it was with full bellies and light hearted banter, we were ending the visit. I was standing in the front door, holding Daisy under one arm like a fat football, watching my mom start to walk down our front walkway, headed toward the street where her car was parked. I was being silly and joking around and at first not realizing why she wasn't answering me back at all. I saw her look over her left shoulder at least once, possibly twice, and then she seemed to be inserting her key in the lock of her car for a very long time. We often say that our road is like a freakin' uphill, curved racetrack, with the way people coming bombing up the hill. So usually if you are parked in the street, and a car is speeding up on you, you would have to wait to open your car door till it passed. I figured that's what my mom was doing.
After the car had already driven by, my mom had still not gotten in her vehicle. A very distant corner of my brain wondered why she was hesitating.
"April," She called out in a whisper loud enough to carry up to the house. "I think there's someone in your yard over there!"
"What?" I made her repeat it, unsure if I had heard it correctly and then quickly saying in a confused voice, "Daryl, my mom thinks there is someone in our yard!" I think at first Big D didn't quite register what I said either because he just continued to sit on the couch with a sort of blank look on his face.
"April, he's running away through your neighbor's yard!" My mom called out. At that, Big D it was like realization clicked and he jumped up off the couch and reached for his work tee-shirt that was laying on the couch. He whipped that on and then slid his feet into flip-flops and grabbed a flashlight. I called out a goodbye to my mom so she would leave and then Big D ran outside and proceeded to sweep the beam of the flashlight into the dark corner of our side yard and then tracing a line with it into our neighbor, Ronnie's yard which is the direction that my mom said the person had run. Meanwhile, I threw Daisy in her cage and then ran to the kitchen and switched on the light, then immediately turned on the sun porch light as well and tried to peek through the slats of the kitchen window blinds into our backyard. No movement.
I started to feel a little nervous that Big D was wondering around alone outside and ran back o the front door and realized he was now diagonally across the street. I saw the bobbing flashlight as he walked through the yard of an empty house, that another set of neighbor's had moved out of during the summer. He also shone the flashlight down the cul de sac that hugged hte opposite side of Ronnie's property, since that is the direction that the figure ran towards.
When Big D was back in the house, his first thought out loud was, "Are you sure your Mom wasn't seeing things?"
"No way! My Mom doesn't not have vision problems, honey. and she's not prone to over-reacting. If she says she saw someone, I believe her." I called my mom on her cell and asked, "You're positive you saw someone, Mom?"
"Oh yes! Definitely! I heard crunching leaves when I as walking down the walkway. didn't you notice I kept looking back in that direction? And then by the time I got to the car, I saw the figure. And then they took off running!"
"What....uh....size was this person Mom? Was it like a man? Could it have been--" I hesitated, almost embarrassed to say my thought aloud. "--could it have been Ronnie?"
"No!" My Mom reassured me. "It was not a man, it looked like the size of a teenager." Unconsciously I whooshed out a big breath of relief. I didn't want to think that my neighbor, the crazy drunk, was peeping in my windows, but hey, stranger things have happened!
Anyway, Daryl told me to call the local police department which I immediately did. Within 10 minutes, we saw a squad car coming slowly up the street, shining it's light into yards and down the cul de sac. As he pulled up in front of our house, Big D walked down to greet the police officer. I heard snippets of conversation and saw another cop nearby, cruising down the street towards the low income housing then coming back around the block and parking beside the first officer's vehicle. Then a few minutes later Daryl thanked the officer and came back into the house.
"I'm going to the police department tomorrow. I have to fill out a piece of paper that will have the cops add our address to a list they have; they will cruise by it like once every night."
"Oh, wow, really? They can do that?"
"Yeah. I explained to him that it's getting ridiculous around here. Between my work van being broken into back in January and our GPS being stolen, and the house being broken into when you first moved in three years ago...and after calling the cops when those delinquent kids shouting in the street at 1:30 am two weeks ago...I told him we are very fed up with this neighborhood!"
"Good! It's the truth." I grumbled. Around 11:30 pm we turned in to bed. Daryl dropped right off to sleep like a baby. Me? Not so much. I rechecked every lock on all the windows and doors. Pulled the curtains tight. Reminded myself to ask Daryl in the morning to take out the last remaining ac unit....why make it easier for someone to break in? And new blinds...I am running out Friday, payday, and buying blinds for the one window in the computer room that doesn't have any, and also replacing any blinds in the house that have broken slats (PEEP holes!).
Oh, and one more thing? I'm going out with my friend B, (the state cop) this weekend to learn how to shoot Big D's guns (something I've been wanting to do for a long time now. I hate having guns in the house and knowing that I have absolutely NO IDEA the proper way to hold one or shoot one or anything).
I'm not tempting fate any longer...god forbid anyone ever tried to break in while I'm home alone? I'll be prepared.