I've always had a large dog so that may help with the alone stuff. Locking doors or turning on lights never occurs to me.
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during most of my marriage, when I was home alone overnight, I slept with a broadsword in the bed.
I occasionally slept with a baseball bat in the bed. Usually it was on the floor, just underneath the bed, but once in a while I got spooked and needed the bat on the bed.
I live in an old apartment building and there are a fair number of noises at night, so sometimes if I wake up in the middle of the night and hear "suspicious" sounds I have to turn the lights on.
I live in an apartment. I can usually ascribe most noises to my cat or upstairs neighbor. And, honestly, I love hearing my upstairs neighbor moving about. Aside from being a delightful person, her footfalls and occasional thud remind me that I'm not alone in the world in the late evening.
Also, I have a puukko (a traditional Finnish knife) on my bed's wide headboard. [link]
her footfalls and occasional thud remind me that I'm not alone in the world in the late evening.
A major reason I want to live a building with other occupants.
I sleep with a Kellight (very heavy flashlight) and a claw hammer at my bedside. One high, one low.
There is only one door into my apartment and quite a few noises to be made between my front gate and the bedroom door.
Plus, I live on a very brightly lit corner. People on the street all the time.
I've been very fortunate.
I was in the supermarket tonight, and a guy and girl geek were having a conversation about movies, using shorthand and half-references, ignoring everyone else, gathering their groceries, involved with each other and their subject. I had to go to the next aisle over and cry for a little bit. I miss the mind that knew me so well.
Aw Connie. Yeah.
(((Connie)))
Connie, I'm so sorry.
My house is a complete disaster, and I think ltc is going to be crawling soon. So it must be cleaned up, but it's just making me so depressed and anxious which isn't helpful when trying to get stuff done.