semperfiona | Peeping tom

Someone was looking in my windows at me while I was cooking dinner tonight (jambalaya, yum yum yum--made from scratch, thank you very much (I'm a good cook ;-p )). (This is an example a little more like what I tend to do with parenthetical thoughts, if I don't edit them out.) When I noticed and looked out at him, he ducked betwen the kitchen window and the one in the dining room. I couldn't quite see him anymore but I knew he was still there. So I went out the back door: he took off running and I shouted "Shove off!" at his departing back. (Exact quote. I didn't want to swear at a stranger who might be carrying a weapon or for that matter get ideas from the word "fuck".)

I told Rosa afterwards that if he came back I'd show him a knife--thinking of my dagger--but I don't think I would do that. If he was armed it would probably be with a gun, and if not, and he reported me to the police, I'd be the one who ended up arrested, for brandishing a weapon, nevermind the fact that he had been peeking in my windows.

Someone has been doing that around here quite a lot, actually. I saw him myself one night last summer, and my neighbor came over to warn me a few weeks ago. I'm glad I'm moving back to my house. Nobody peeks in windows there.