Troll’s Hole

We got back to Sanctuary a week ago Thursday after a rather good vacation. That night the house sitter bailed her boyfriend out of jail and brought him to the house. We knew this was going to happen and were told he was just going to be here for a short period of time and that he was trying to reform and would not do anything to jeopardize his release. (Bla bla bla)

Friday we went to town, leaving the house sitter and her BF at the house. After about an hour, Mrs. Troll’s cell phone rang. She gave me a strange look before answering. It was my cell phone that I had left back at the house. There was no response and no answer when she called it back.

When we returned home I looked for the phone. It was gone, along with my work computer and other things. After a while and being told that he would never do anything like that, the house sitter and her boyfriend left to run ‘errands’.

We called the police and gave them the story and all the information. They called back later to inform us that the boyfriend had 50 prior arrests and many of them were for aggravated assault and that we should call immediately if the couple returned.

I have heard it said, “No good deed goes unpunished.” That is how I feel. The Mrs. was trying to help out a worker friend in providing a place to stay that was comfortable for awhile and a place for her boyfriend to hang. It was less than 24 hours before the boyfriend had to shit where he was being fed.

“But he is innocent until proven guilty” you may be thinking. He and the house sitter were in the house when these things came up missing. I know this because the cell phone was being charged when I left it. There were three calls made on that phone after I left. When I returned home the phone was gone. We have two dogs that would raise holy hell if there were a stranger in the house.

If it quacks like a duck and waddles when it walks, it is probably a duck. I have never had problems like this in this house before. The police tell me that burglary is very rare in this area. Quack.

I packed up all their stuff and put it outside, telling the Mrs. that she should text her friend and tell her that she could pick it up from the door. The friend still denies that her BF would do anything like that, even though records say something different.

I hope this bastard gets exactly what he deserves.

Lost somewhere in Oklahoma in a town I can barely pronounce. (Tahlequah)

Well, not really lost. We (The lovely, talented, and sexy Mrs. Troll and I*) came here to visit with my soul sister for a few days. I was not really aware of just where the bitch moved and how far it is from Sanctuary.

I feel like we drove halfway across the country in just one day. Over 700 miles and I was getting a froggy by the time we arrived. I was at the point where my ass hurt from sitting too long and things were getting monotonous and I really wanted to stop the motion and get to where we were going and we had to keep rambling on just like this sentence and it seemed to never end.

Then we drove past the carnival with this inflatable kid’s bouncing thing with the guy on top and the giant cannon/phallic symbol. In my state of fog and the lighting it looked to me like a giant nun with a huge penis. I may never be the same after seeing that. I have tried to remove that location of my brain, but it seems to be sharing resources with something else and refuses to be erased.

The Mrs. has been having a marathon shopping spree, buying things that we get to take back to NM and repack for the downsizing. I do not question the logic of this. Women and weather do as they will.

Caught between having time, the desire to stay and visit and the need to go back and do downsizing things our immediate future is undecided. This is not necessarily a bad thing. I think the rest of this month will be difficult for me and I can use a recharge.

I am hoping for major dental work this month. I have been putting this off for years and it is time to get things fixed. I HATE dental work with the fire of a thousand suns, but I have put things off for to long and am going to get this done.

My project is going weird in Los Alamos and I am struggling to keep anyone happy. Plans change from day to day and I have been given notice that we will be removing installed product to accommodate other trades. This project is just not moving forward.

My patience shall be tested in the near future. I am ready. If I am not, I shall self medicate and put on a happy face before drawing my weapon and taking aim.

In the meantime; it is beautiful here with these giant green things that grow EVERYWHERE and make shade under them. I think they call them ‘trees’ or something like that. They also have this green stuff that grows on the ground that covers the dirt that they call ‘grasses’. It is amazing. Wherever you look it is green instead of brown, red, and other colors of dirt.

It actually rains here. Not the “Get the hell outta the way here comes a storm” kinda rain I am used to, but a nice gentle rain that goes on for hours that you can actually walk in and not get blown away to visit relatives in Kansas.

On that note; it is time to go out in the rain and do something that involves moving something heavy or perhaps buying something that needs repacking, I can’t remember which.

*She really is looking hot. She bought a dress for eight dollars and when she tried it on I wanted to drop one wing and dance around while trying to sniff her. I guess she can bring out the perverted old man in me.