My special day is over. Thank goodness. I feel we have arrived in the 21st century . Most of the morning, I spent getting myself together for the visit from the police. I called them ( me, the pacifist) because somebody had slashed the tires on two of our cars in the night. And we all knew who did that. He had announced his intentions to my granddaughter.
I feel I was dropped into a swirling soup of drama and intrigue. And I gave that man nice socks for Christmas. All day, I entertained fantasies of poison darts into his neck. I am over it now but still, my hippie persona has grown fangs and I want to see him back in prison, He is the father of my youngest great-granddaughter. I want him out of our lives and preferably dead or maimed for life. And castrated.
Sorry, I guess I am not over it yet. It has brought the neighbors out of hibernations. I had a kitchen meeting last night. There will be cameras on several houses. This is the end of my bucolic life in the apple orchard.
Thank you for all the birthday wishes. I have now reached cranky old lady status.