What a crazy summer

I was just going through all the pictures I recently posted and it's so not the whole story.

The photos make it look like I had a great carefree few months.

Ha! Appearances certainly are deceiving.

As many of you know, I got divorced just recently and even though Larry and I are still friendly, it was unbelievably stressful and strange and sad.

And part of all that was having to change my finances, reduce costs and increase revenue.

I decided to get a roommate (or 2 as it turned out). We have interns every summer and I thought it would be a good idea to bring in one of the interns to try out this roommate thing.

I used to be the intern coordinator at the paper for many years and 99 percent of them are great kids, hard workers who are from other states so they spend every free moment traveling around California. Perfect! I thought...

I got not only the opposite of that, but the intern who moved in here was just horrible in so many ways. He was a complete homebody, never leaving even on his DAYS OFF! He would only go in when his shift began and would leave the second it was over.

He was a total poindexter geek, which wasn't that big a deal. Except that he was unbelievably arrogant as well and a weird know it all of crap no one cares about. And soooo socially maladapted you couldn't have a conversation with him, he just didn't know how.

So many stories about his nutty annoyingness. But a couple faves:

I called him "Danger" because when I was still trying to get to know him I asked about his time in the Navy and he said in retrospect he wished he'd joined the Army or Marines. Wow, I said, you definitely would have been sent to Iraq.

"Well," he said with his weird nasally voice, "Danger is my middle name."

I thought he was kidding and started to laugh. No, he was serious.

And then there was the time he was cooking dinner, in MY KITCHEN and had the absolute gall to tell me he didn't like it when other people were in the kitche at the same time as him becuase they get in his way. Yeah, Danger, I said, me too. ONLY IT"S MY KITCHEN!

Oh and he disliked the way I recycled and tried to get the other roommate to mutiny against me saying he felt like less of a "man" by allowing himself to be subjigated to my authority. HUH? Just asked him to put the plastic bottle in recycle, not garbage! Sheesh.

Man, so many many things...but the end was really bad.

On election night, at 4:30 a.m., he claimed he heard a "knocking" noise and got up to investigate. He looked out the double doors in the kitchen toward the backdoor to my bedroom and said saw a man in a gooded sweatshirt at my door.

Instead of turning on the light switch, right by his hand, or yelling or anything. He scampered into the other roommate's room (the other roommate is a good guy, very normal) and insisted the other roommate call 911.

A Sheriff's deputy showed up at my house and as he was searching, the other roommate noticed my back door was open. I sleep w/it open so the dogs can get in and out. They hadn't stirred a smidge, by the way, even with the Unabomber apparently at my door!

Anyway, the good roommate was appalled that Danger hadn't checked on me, thinking if there WAS an intruder, he could be in my room at that moment slicing and dicing me. So he came in and asked if I was allright. Sure, great, except WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!

The next day, I asked Danger, WHAT THE HELL WENT ON and he blamed me! Saying he was likely hyper reactive to whatever it was he thought he saw because I am overly concerned for my own personal safety. Yeah, like sleeping with my door open!

That was it, thank god he was gone by the end of the week.

Other than that, still trying to figure out my life. Trying to slow down and think is hard though...