Moving on

This weekend I went and enjoyed a bit of nature.  No, really, there was actual pleasure and glee involved.

We went to this swimming hole in the middle-of-nowhere-Texas called Krause Springs.  I figured I was in a rental and it didn't matter how many miles I put on it.

I provided the swimmers with a less than graceful entrance.  I'm sure a few were amused.  My butt got torn up with some road rash where I slid over a less than smooth surface, but I still made it into the water with limited injury.

The water was 68 degrees Fahrenheit, so being flung into it abruptly was a huge shock to my system, but the job of adjusting to the water immediately was far better than the torture of inching my way in one slippery step at a time.

We stayed for a few hours and had a picnic lunch.  I got over my issues with things that live in the water except for a few times when my boyfriend teased me.  When something crawled over my foot I decided I'd had enough.  We ate, drank a beer that was oddly good and refreshing.  Shiner Ruby Red grapefruit beer is surprisingly good.  And that's coming from a non-beer-drinker.

When I got home I didn't see the truck with the guy who slashed up my car and only wondered briefly where he was.  Apparently he's gone now.  I haven't seen the truck since Saturday morning so I hope he was just here to visit.  Regrettably I won't be able to slather his truck with gay rights stickers but that's probably for the best.

I got my car back today and I'm happy to be back in it.  I got to drive a Volkswagen Beetle for 10 days and it was fun and cute and drove really well, but it wasn't my car.  I love my car.  It's not cute and doesn't handle as well, but it's mine.  Life is resuming some degree of normalcy.

Current State of Affairs

My car got keyed a few nights a go.  Actually someone took a knife to it and did $2,400 worth of damage.  5 panels have to be repainted and the glass on my hatchback has to be replaced. Someone thinks I'm scum.  He hates me and everything I represent.  I wonder if it's because I'm a liberal.  I wonder if he thinks I'm a lover of black men and homosexuals who kills babies in my spare time.  (Plug in a few racial slurs to derive what I believe he really said.)

On Facebook I left the following comment: 

To the person who keyed my car. FYI. I spent many hours helping to get President Obama reelected. I spent 60 hours the last 4 days of the campaign helping him win Florida. We won. Key that.

I got a lot of feedback from my friends.  I had to clarify this person does not represent all Republicans because he, I assume this is a man, is a vandal and a creep.  He may not even vote.  He's just too stupid to form a sophisticated opinion that doesn't include retaliation for free speech.

I parked next to a huge black truck with Oklahoma plates that night.  It had camo paint and a POW/MIA sticker on the back of it.  I joked with my mom that the truck was so big because he was compensating for something.  I don't know if it was him, but I'd never seen that truck before and the next morning this was done.  Now I see that truck in the parking lot and I don't quite know what to do.

I really don't want to start a fight with someone who drives a big truck with a POW/MIA sticker on it.  It's reasonable to conclude he has a gun.  If this person has moved to my complex then when I get my car back I have to wonder if it will just happen again.

We are moving in September but how many times does my car have to get slashed?  I feel like such a coward because there is nothing I can do to protect myself.  All I can do is hope he will do something for the office to tow him.  Retaliation would only cause this to happen again.

I admit it.  I'm afraid of wingnuts with guns and this guy has proven himself to be one.  He told me to shut up and I'm still a loudmouth online but I'm really concerned about what he'll do to my car.  I've never wanted to move more in my life than I do right now.