Another Day.... :p **Big Update**

There's way too much catching up to do since lj went kinda wonky on me, so I'll be brief.

Wednesday: SCPPD called and said they were turning off the lights at 711 N. Clay, so I finally managed to get the "drifters" out of there. Put up "Keep Out" signs, etc. and boarded/locked all entrances. "They" (Tony Dowse, Trevor Harms--among others)came and got some of their stuff during the day and then, that night, John Sanders called and wanted his frozen stuff out of the refrigerator. I wasn't going to but Mom felt sorry for them so I said ok. John and Tony wanted to get more stuff out but there were no lights, it was about 7 or so and all they had were flashlights. I told them they'd have to wait until the weekend. They wanted to Saturday, so I said ok.

Saturday: I called John's mom (Diane) and asked to if she knew where John was. She said she'd try and find out. Waited all day for John and Tony to show up. They never did. It seems John couldn't find Tony, so he decided to go into Hastings.

Sunday: John said he wanted "his stuff" but all he wanted were a pair of jeans, a Nokia cell-phone charger and his cd collection--about 80 of them. *Naturally* they were gone, and he all but accused me of stealing them since I was the only one w/a key. I can't wear his clothes, my cell phone is a Motorola, and I *loathe* the "gangsta" bullshit that is known as rap. *Big Man John* called the cop (who was the Harvard Chief of Police), so I got to be questioned. *Oh Joy*! All he (John) could talk about were three cds in particular, which apparently are out of print and *rare*. The names/titles were totally unfamilar to me and sounded like nothing I would listen to. But still, it seems that I have a search warrant to look forward to unless the thief (or thieves) decide to return the shit. *Why* do I not believe that will happen?
Oh, and the frozen stuff (meat) that I let them take on Wednesday night? It appears *that* is the reason why John is so convinced I am a thief. It seems I didn't want to get caught, and so hurried back right before he showed up to put the meat back in the freezer. *Bastard*!!!!
And one other thing... there had been a metal furniture dolly that had been sitting outside the house for months and since I *knew* it was valuable, I locked it in the garage to keep it safe. Once again, the cry of "THIEF!" from the lips of John. He was in no mood to be reasoned with, even though I unlocked the garage and let him take the damned thing. He even made a *special point* of mentioning to the cop, and I pointed out that he *had it back*. So much for trying to do good!
I was so stressed and tired afterward that I felt half-sick. *Mom* was horribly upset and spent half the night thinking she was going to die. I hope John is proud of his actions.

Monday (Today): Went to Clay Center to file income tax and came straight home. More and more people have "stuff" that was in that damned house--it is absolutely insane! Is there anyone in this town that does not have stuff there? It appears not! I am sick to death of the whole thing. Thank god for lawyers!

PS. Remind me to explain in a later post just *how* this whole mess started.