Home Should Be a Place of Peace

Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.  --John Shirley

Have a busy weekend lined up.  We've decided to go the real estate route rather than what we have been doing...riding around looking for 'For Rent' signs.  So, this weekend we have appointments to see apartments both on Saturday and on Sunday.  I have to remember to stay focused and keep a clear head about what I want.  Don't want to rush into something just because I am so desperate to get out of here, and now I am more desperate than ever.

Wednesday night we had to call the police.  The two brothers were 'drunk as skunks'.  One was upstairs tearing the house apart.  It sounded like furniture was being tossed across the room.  The other was trying to break down the outside door to get in, and a few times I was sure the door was going to come down.  And, since it was my late night, I'd just gotten home from work and was trying to quietly eat my dinner while watching 'Criminal Minds'.  I began to shake and tears began to well in my eyes.  Hubby dialed '911' and tried to settle me down.  "This is between them.  They're not coming after you."   I know that, but needless to say, I couldn't finish my dinner once all this began.  You work hard all day, you're tired an hungry, and then just as you kick your shoes off to relax, the storm begins...and that's not what a home is about.

Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms. --William J. Bennett

All was quiet by the time the police finally arrived...two hours later.  It was obvious they were both shocked when they discovered what time we had actually called.  Now, that is kind of frightening in itself.  Someone is trying to kick down the door, and takes the '911' operator two hours to report the call.  You'd best believe I reported this. 

I'm going to be 65 in a few months, and I just cannot handle all this stress. I have to get out of there.  Told my landlady last night that this was the clincher.  She was hoping I'd hang for awhile, but, no, I can't sit around waiting for another bomb to fall.  Sooner or later it will take its toll on my health.

So, dear friends, keep your fingers crossed that something turns up for us this weekend.  I'm not going to jump into something, just to have a place to go.  I want something that I will be comfortable in, something that has a good aura about it.  As a loner, I am not interested in what my neighbors are like, but I do want to have a good feeling when I enter the building.

Wishing you all a weekend filled with joy and peace.

Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other.  It is the place of confidence.  It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts.  It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.--Frederick W. Robertson