Jennifer Hudson and her fans mourn the loss of her sister, mother and nephew.
Another woman in my state was murdered in her home.
It is a sad, scary time to be a woman right now.
This morning, as part of my Friday ritual, I took the dogs out to use the bathroom. (Quick aside, our neighbors to the back of us have fleas, so we take the dogs in the front yard.) I am standing about five feet from the house, in my pajamas and fleece throw from the couch, coaxing the dogs to "go potty" when I am interrupted by a voice behind me. At the other end of our small yard is a man/boy/guy of some sort (I couldn't tell, I didn't have my contacts in yet) and he asked me what time it was. I stand stunned at the person, invading my yard, and well, scaring the shit out of me. "Six thirty," was about all I could manage before my two dogs charged at him as though their combined weight was more than 30 lbs. So, now, I have to approach this person, to retrieve my dogs. He bent down and petted my wiener dog, and she declared him 'friendly' much faster than I have ever seen her accept a person she has met fewer than five times. Up close, I could tell he was young-probably high school, and had blonde shaggy hair. I corralled the dogs back to the other side of the yard, and blonde boy walked across the street, and out of my not-so-great sight.
Did I get chills? No. It wasn't that bad. But it did make me more aware of how important knowing your surroundings actually is. I mean, he came out of nowhere. And with my husband asleep in bed, it might have been a little while before he realized I wasn't coming back.
I don't want to live in fear of being snatched, harmed or murdered, and I don't think a life lived in fear is worth living.
But neither is one where I end up in a coma.
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