Not a dream.

And yeah, that was one of the reasons I initially turned down ground floor. I love my windows (2 sliding doors, only one to the balcony) but they can be insecure. I don't worry so much about someone breaking through them (they can do that on regular glass-hell, I have had to when I locked myself out- and SGD glass tends to be more thick and insulated and...) but more about the locking mech. Up here, I rely on the mech. Ground floor, I'd have johnnybars.

Aaah! Tell us more, pixie wench!

Details, Kristin?

It was sooo good. How good? My new tag (which just got changed--I shall have to include pixie wench in it for billytea in a second) is just a taste.

Okay, placeholder post while I write up a longer account of the night. Give me a few minutes.

Glad your neighbor scared them off, but that must have freaked her out.

Well, she's talking of moving. And we had an interesting conversation about the precautions women take instinctively. She's married. Her husband feels fine that she's carrying 3 knives she knows how to use. She? NSM.

Up here, I rely on the mech. Ground floor, I'd have johnnybars.

My grandmother has: the latch on the door handle, a pin through the top of the doors, a thick dowel laid down in the slidey part (what's that called), maybe that's it.

Her husband feels fine that she's carrying 3 knives she knows how to use. She? NSM.

Um. Wow. I mean, nothing wrong with knowing how to use weapons, but, damn.

My neighborhood can be interesting. A lot of upwardly mobile sorts, as in upwardly mobile out of the projects or inner city crackdoms. Very good people, but I feel so green next to them.

Am I too late? Is everybody asleep?