Yesterday morning, I was sleeping in late, and was awakened by dogs barking next door.
The neighbors have two big dogs, and one in particular barks all the time.
I actually nicknamed him "Barky the wonder dog" because any little noise, person walking by, or shadow will have him nervous and agitated.
But both dogs were going ballistic.
I went into the living room to look out the window.
Hmmm...a car I don't recognize is in the neighbor's driveway.
One part of me got that flutter in my stomach, what my friend Tracie (who is a black belt and a self-defense instructor) calls "the creep factor".
The other part of me said, "go outside...check it out..."
"No...(creep factor again) it could be dangerous."
"You're being silly. It's 9 o'clock in the morning!"
My mom was resting on the couch (something she NEVER does, by the way), so I didn't want to disturb her by opening the door, the action I probably would have taken had she not been there.
Tracie, again, would call that "a God thing".
In other words, perhaps the end result would not have been positive had I done that.
I ended up opening the garage door to walk out that way (should have gone out the back door...that was my error), but they had just left.
The neighbor came to my door about 15 minutes later, shaking, saying they had been robbed.
Dammit, I knew something was wrong.
I'm not sure if I should be glad or sad that I didn't listen to my intuition.
I was only able to give a vehicle description.
My eyesight is too poor to have id'ed a license plate.
The fact is that in these unsteady economic times, people are desperate.
Add in a drug addiction, and it gets scary.
Too, here in San Diego, housing is so expensive that a lot of the riff raff is being pushed east, toward where I live.
Growing up here, it was a nice area.
My mom is alone a lot, with poor hearing.
That scares me.
The houses are somewhat isolated, lots of land behind, no houses across the street.
I told her she just can't leave the garage and back gate open anymore.
You just can't anymore...it's a different world.
I found myself tossing and turning last night, nervous of any noise.
Our house has been robbed several times too, though it has been years.
When I was in high school, I stayed after school to practice with the swim team, and came home to pulled-out drawers, and stuff on the floor of the living room, waiting to be taken.
Evidently I scared them off.
I was naive and confused, and called my brother, who told me, "Um, get outta the house!"
Anyway, that was interesting.
I can't fathom stealing from anyone for any reason.
I wish more people felt the same way.