When Being Told You’re Hot is Not a Good Thing
The week has been going by at the speed of light. I’ve been super busy at work and trying to take care of personal business after work. Never enough time.
This afternoon, I got a call from Terry, the guy working on refinishing my table. He was wondering when I was going to stop by and pick up my chairs. I bought 4 chairs from another guy that works at the refinishing shop for cheaper than it would have been to repair my old ones. It’s been ungodly hot here all week — 90’s and super high humidity and the furniture shop doesn’t have air conditioning so understandably, everyone wanted to go home. The only thing holding Terry back was me.
So I stopped there as soon as I could and loaded up my chairs. I’m going to repad and reupholster the seats in a black material. I haven’t picked it out yet.
I’ll do my old, rickety chairs in the same material so I can pull them out to use when I have more than four people over for dinner. Although I just read that it’s the cool thing to do to upholster your chairs in a variety of non-matching materials. We’ll see…
When I picked up the chairs, Terry gave me a bottle of water and a CD of his band. It’s all soothing instrumentals that helped calm my work-frayed nerves on my drive home. The band will be playing at the upcoming state fair so maybe I’ll see them there too.
Today, the new owners of my old home forwarded some mail to me. They put three pieces of mail into another envelope. Two were just notices from the post office to confirm my change of address. The third was a plain envelope with just “Mary” written on it.
If whoever wrote it would have just left it at how hot I am, that would have been okay, but it got very raunchy towards the end.
Is it threatening? Probably not. I doubt this person knows where I moved to. They don’t even know I changed the spelling of my first name. But they do know my first name. So I’m assuming this is someone in the old neighborhood. Someone that I shot the breeze with. That I perhaps considered a friend.
So the hard part about receiving this is that perhaps it is further evidence that I have trusted people that are not trustworthy.
I’d like to know how you tell the difference? Do you just assume everyone is not what they appear to be?
I’m trying not to let my old garbage blow this out of proportion. It’s really not a big deal.
But it feels icky and invasive.
I wish people wouldn’t do stuff like this. Rather than being afraid, like I might have been in the past, I’m just plain angry.
I would have liked to have just enjoyed this day because of the happy feeling I had when Terry gave me his CD. No one has the right to make me feel otherwise.
So I boiled up some cabbage and served it with a little olive oil, dill, salt, and pepper for dinner. I ate the whole thing.
After all, I’m a single gal. I can now eat cabbage without worrying about who I offend.
It could be a good line of defense against stalkers.
oh eeeuw. i would be very rattled by that note, too. it was mailed? to your old address? i’d show it to the police, just to be on the safe side. the handwriting looks old and crabbed and hopefully it’s some old geezer. but ick.
The note really doesn’t look like it was written by an adult. Probably just some pre-pubescent boy who really does think your hot. When teaching I ofter saw notes like this written by 5-6th graders. They’re a little twisted at that age.
I love the chair and can’t wait to see the finished product.
Have a great weekend sweet Maery Rose! :o)
First of all buddy, what a great job you are doing on the chairs…I really admire the way you are pushing through and doing stuff…I’m actually not very good at that. I’m miserable to the point of immobility.
Secondly, cabbage…I LOVE cabbage!!! And a whole meal of it…the BEST
Third…that stupidly scrawled note would have made me cry…and then I would have been mad. I don’t know how the new owner could have put that in an envelope for you…wonder if they knew…I mean someone had to have given it to them, because if it came through the mail it’s not only traceable, it’s HUGELY illegal. They might have been imtating a child-like scrawl…just guess. Creeps are…creepy. I had a neighbor who was a dirty old man…then another one moved on the other side…from childhood through college I had to make sure my shades were shut really tight…jerks…they are both dead now. I swear I had nothing to do with it.
Can’t wait to see you for some girl time away!
oh, and the band looks great…what kind of music. French instramental? I love that stuff.
Maery Rose…did you show the note to the police? I would. How did the people in your old house get this? Was it in an envelope? It’s a good thing you know how to kick ass! There are some real jerks out there.
I’d love to see more photos of your new digs.
The note is unsettling. It’s obviously from someone who has some time on his hands.
To answer some questions about the anonymous note I received, it was left in my old home’s mailbox in a plain envelope with just my name written on it. The new owners forwarded it to me. So I’m assuming the person who left it doesn’t even realize that I’ve moved so I’m feeling pretty safe.
Weird, weird letter. I was once stalked so I know how invasive it feels to get something like that. In fact, that stalking still scares me… it’s part of why I’m pretty anonymous on line. Who knows? The weirdo could still be looking for me.
Love the cabbage ending!