Like this:

I just installed curtain rods.  All.  By.  Myself.  I am woman.  Hear me scream when I slam my finger with the hammer roar.

Truth is that I am pretty sure I heard an crazed murderer outside of my window and curtains keep him (or his gang of hoodlums) from knowing my whereabouts.  Or at least that is what I tell myself.  I don’t do ‘alone’ in a new place well.  Obviously.

But I hang a mean drape.

Anyhoo.  Across the road (which is probably two acres from my house) there is this house that looks completely out of place.  A whole Sesame Street thing, “one of these things is not like the others”.  Most of the houses on the road are fairly new.  In good condition.  Most have a barn or stable with horses and even a few cows.  But this single house, across from me of course, is something out of Deliverance.  I’ve yet to see an actual banjo.  But I know its there.  I had this idea that with this being such a remote area it might be wise to get to know my neighbors.  But this house scares me.  I can’t take cupcakes to the Deliverance house.  I just can’t.  (cupcakes being my “hello, I’m Rox and was just wondering if you saw scary axe murderer guy on my property last night” item)

What to do.  Visit noone?  Or skip them?  Or.  Or. 

I should also mention that I was in the house for maybe two hours before the “save my soul” people were knocking at the door.  How do they even know I was here?  They might be the people across the road.  No.  Surely not.

Moving on.  Before I imagine worse than I already am.

Still in the pain phase of this shit situation.  Hoping to move on to bitter soon.