to say the least.

Got to work and my brother wanted to have a talk.  No big deal.  I’m his sounding board for his business I listen, give advice, he takes it or not. The day started out great.  I was on task. Got a bunch done.  Even made it to a conference call that I always miss.

Then on my way home my dad called.  My grandfather is in the hospital.  (It’s so weird for me to say “my grandfather” I always refer to him a “my dad’s dad” — we aren’t close.)  He’s 97 and broke his femur.  He was supposed to have surgery today but his blood pressure was too low so they  had to take care of that and he’s having surgery tomorrow.  I’m not sure how I feel about this.  I’ve never had any type of relationship with him.  He doesn’t really even know who I am.  My dad’s feeling kind of weird about it too, I could tell.  He found out about it through my sister (who stays in contact with one cousin — one of the only ones that has any relationship with the grandparents).  He said he called today to talk to his dad but he wasn’t sure he knew who he was.  He even made a comment that he obviously wasn’t important enough since they didn’t even bother to call him.  Even after so many years of NO relationship with his dad I think my dad still wants one.  It made me sad.

Then I got home and was taling to some neighbors and found out that the crazy lady was evicted and has to be out by this coming weekend.  I also found out that one of the neighbors overheard her threatening to “talk to” the bitch and leave some “presents” for some other people before she left.  When I say this woman is crazy, I mean PSYCHOTIC.  I’ve had her husband probation officers talk to me about her.  He was arrested but only because they didn’t have enough on her and she was pressing charges.  I’m 99.9999% sure she’s a drug addict.  I wouldn’t be surprised if someone confirmed she’s a prostitute.  I’ve known enough gang members to know that it’s not a far call to say her husband and/or her boyfriend are probably members.  (Yes, she has a husband and a boyfriend — the husband caught her with the boyfriend which is why he went to jail, thus the probation officer.) I’m kind of weirded out about her.  The probation officers have asked me why I haven’t called the cops on her — IT’S BECAUSE SHE SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME.  In fact, no one has called the cops on her because everyone in the building is afraid of her.  The woman is PSYCHOTIC.  So, I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough couple of weeks for me.  There’s no reason she should do anything to me, but there’s no reason she should do anything to ANYONE in the building.  But, I’m also fairly certain that she saw me talking to the probation officers one time.

It’ll be nice to have her screaming and yelling GONE.  I talked to my sister tonight (the one that works for dispatch for the police/sheriff dept.) and she recommended I log the day I was told of the threats and try to get her license plate #.  “Just in case.”  Of course, my freaked-out brain said “just in case she MURDERS me?!?”

In the mean time, I think I’m going to go get some ice cream tonight.    Yummy.