On Easter, we had a big earthquake that happened at 3:40pm which caused the following to occur:
me: carved turkey keeping warm in the oven, making gravy on the stove, cooked potatoes to be mashed, hot pads on both hands
ryan: do you feel that?
me: (knowing that when that sentence comes out of my engineer husband's mouth means EARTHQUAKE) what?WHAT? WHAT!" (cue kyle's mom from South Park)
us: standing together in the middle of our 4th floor condo...our condo which takes up all of the 4th floor, no shared walls and and no next-door neighbors. just us in the only unit on 4th floor of this tower. we have 40 feet of windows which line the length of our living room, giving us a view of the sunset and the skyline. glass and earthquakes don't mix well. glass and i share that trait.
lots of swaying in the condo. lots of nerves. about 30 seconds of terror and then life went back to normal.
On the wednesday following Easter, I had oral surgery. 5 implants in 3 quadrants of my mouth. 4.5 hours in the dental chair. stitches still in my mouth. pain following.
On the Friday following Easter, I found out from my grandma (Mom's mom) that my Dad's family had some bad news and that I should contact them. I called my Dad for the first time in about 10 years and he told me that my step-mom, his wife of almost 30 years, was diagnosed last week with breast cancer and is beginning chemo this week.
Yesterday, as I was getting ready for my appointment with my therapist, I heard noises outside. Fighting at 11am on a Wednesday is rare, even in Santa Ana. I ran to the window and saw a young man and young woman fighting in the street, next to a mini-van. Then they both climbed into the van and they left both the drivers' and passengers' side doors open. I was up on the 4th floor, looking out the windows directly into the van and watched this hispanic, shaved head gangbanger asshole punch and hit his girlfriend. I called 911 and by the time they answered, she was on the floor of the passenger seat, on her back, both car doors open, me looking directly from above across the street into the car, him stomping her in the chest while she laid on the floor of the passenger side of the car. The cops came about 30 seconds later. I went to my therapy session.
We need to move from this neighborhood, regardless of how nice our place is. It is not nice for us, and I am not ok here.
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