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Queen Mum
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Autumnprairie offered me a place to stay and I arrived last night after a night of sleeping in my truck. The other people were AWFUL and I had to have the sheriff come out because they wouldn't let me on the property to get even my medication and a blanket so i could stay warm. Ok, the husband, Dan was relatively cordial, but Lisa, the wife was nothing but angry and hostile the whole time. She was even going to lock the sheriff out until her husband came home and let him in.
The next day she insisted that I could not come out to get my stuff till 2 pm, but the sheriff wanted to "just get it done" and I said, I knew it would take several hours. He (the sheriff) told me that I should get my trailer and he would send a deputy when the deputy was available. We got out there around 11:30 am and the wife was FURIOUS and tried to scold him and then me for "not following directions". I refused to speak to her or engage with her. She wouldn't let me out of my car until the Sheriff told her she had to let me get my stuff.
Her husband was very cordial and helped me with the heavy stuff and to get my goats on the truck. It took several hours and in the meantime the wife spent the whole time telling the deputy sheriff a lot of stories about what a liar and an awful person I am. I just kept my mouth shut, ignored her and loaded my stuff. It's OK, she has to live in that town and faces the fact every day that her son has been in prison for about 15 years for attempted murder. The sheriff knew who she was and wasn't happy to be dealing with her again. Her reputation lives with her. I never have to go back there. I am sure the deputy could read through her baloney. And he could see that I was just doing the best I could to stay out of it.
When I was done the sheriff came over and gave me a lecture about never coming back on their property. I said I wouldn't come back ever because they were such awful people to me and that I understood his instructions. He asked me if I had everything. I said I didn't know because they wouldn't let me in the house to check. (She just threw my stuff in bags and boxes and piled it in the driveway.) It turns out that she kept all my cheese cultures. (Oh well, I will just have to buy them again.) (It was probably an oversight. )
Well ANOTHER life lesson learned. There are good people in the world and they far overshadow the bad ones. Moving on.
The next day she insisted that I could not come out to get my stuff till 2 pm, but the sheriff wanted to "just get it done" and I said, I knew it would take several hours. He (the sheriff) told me that I should get my trailer and he would send a deputy when the deputy was available. We got out there around 11:30 am and the wife was FURIOUS and tried to scold him and then me for "not following directions". I refused to speak to her or engage with her. She wouldn't let me out of my car until the Sheriff told her she had to let me get my stuff.
Her husband was very cordial and helped me with the heavy stuff and to get my goats on the truck. It took several hours and in the meantime the wife spent the whole time telling the deputy sheriff a lot of stories about what a liar and an awful person I am. I just kept my mouth shut, ignored her and loaded my stuff. It's OK, she has to live in that town and faces the fact every day that her son has been in prison for about 15 years for attempted murder. The sheriff knew who she was and wasn't happy to be dealing with her again. Her reputation lives with her. I never have to go back there. I am sure the deputy could read through her baloney. And he could see that I was just doing the best I could to stay out of it.
When I was done the sheriff came over and gave me a lecture about never coming back on their property. I said I wouldn't come back ever because they were such awful people to me and that I understood his instructions. He asked me if I had everything. I said I didn't know because they wouldn't let me in the house to check. (She just threw my stuff in bags and boxes and piled it in the driveway.) It turns out that she kept all my cheese cultures. (Oh well, I will just have to buy them again.) (It was probably an oversight. )
Well ANOTHER life lesson learned. There are good people in the world and they far overshadow the bad ones. Moving on.