A Great Big Bite of a Reality Sandwich

I've been half assed joking about having a ghost in this single girl villa, as I find cupboard doors open sometimes, and different locks engaged at different times.  I was almost frantic in my insistence that my bed not be in the intended spot.  I needed the room to be set up differently than others might do.  More on that in a paragraph or two.  (We bloggers call this foreshadowing.)

Tuesday afternoon,  I took the dogs to Grams' place to let on of her co residents play with them.  She has begged me to leave them for her in the past.  I went to have my hair done, the grey hairs are gone for now.  I came home to find the kitchen door had been forced open.  Even better, the deadbolt was still engaged.  The door frame was split in a few places.  Nothing was missing, and I truly credit the dogs for deterring anyone from coming in.  I called the police, and they flipped the place pretty good to see if anyone was hiding in here.  One cop in particular was kind, and offered a few ideas on better locks.  He was not wearing a wedding ring, and my neighbor has been suggesting ever since that my next husband should be in law enforcement.

The neighbors.  Quite a few came out to see what three police cars were doing in front of my place.  One lady remarked that she hasn't seen so much action here 'since the last lady that lived here died.'  I kid you not!  In speaking to the girl upstairs, and the boys in the next apartment, I found out that woman who lived here died in her bed, apparently having drank herself to death.  Color me shocked.  I asked a realtor friend if full disclosure was required in a rental status.  He responded that it's not required in a rental situation, and apologized if in fact, I had rented the Manson Mansion.  I came back with I rented the Leaving Las Vegas Villa.

I will be burning some sage right away, and hoping for a little more peace around here.