F 1 D 0 -- 2001 12 16 at 14 00 Windows. I've had enough. Or I think so for today. Last night I was getting drafts here in the basement, and realized that assorted windows were open around the home. No problem, thinks me. I take a look, and half of the exterior storm windows are open. I check each one, and close it. I tour upstairs in the three bedrooms, and in Sam and Melanie's room look!, both windows are open, and lots of ashes from smoking. Grand. The job didn't take long, really. And as soon as all of the windows were closed, the furnace settled down right away. Cool! Now I've got a broken window upstairs. Someone ripped out the screen, and broke the exterior window. Bits of glass everywhere. The interior window was opened. Whoever it was just came inside. That's all they did, was come inside. Now I ask around. Anita tells me that Mike has been without a key for weeks. What's up with that?! I phoned him. He denies everything. He even denies having been without a key. I was just starting to get some faith in these people to stop messing with my life for a while. Not a chance. Last night at Denis Bowman's folk dance was positively amazing. Perfect. We all played famously. It was a small party this time around. I've seen the dancing entirely crowded. But I'm starting to get a taste in my soul for this kind of dance. There is a leader. He/she will start the semicircle of dancers, and you watch them for the moves. Most of the others will have done this before, but need the leader for visual cuing. And me? I'm all new to this, and find some of these dances difficult. I was described as persistent at the party. I suppose that means I'm not good at it, but stayed with it anyway. There was a bawdy song called Chuliandra. Think Julianna. I should find the English words and post them here. I should post to the journal often. I'm finding myself forgetting exactly what happened to me. Maybe it isn't important, all in all. It just occurred to me that everyone from here has left. I don't have to rush away for peace. I can find it all right here. I hope the bologna in my life moves on. Wish me good spirits. That's all I know.