inbetween

Dunno what's going on with my life, but something is odd. Very odd lately.

On Tuesday, the Pride Office got two very strange collect calls from some nut-job in the USA. He claimed to be the Chair of the Vancouver Pride Association. Then claimed to be a friend of mine, then claimed that he had been beaten and robbed and that I had agreed to give him money. Thankfully, the people in the office didn't give him my phone number. After they hung up on him the second time, he called the Women's Centre claiming to be me, again with the story of being beaten, robbed and needing money. Good thing I know the people who run the place, 'cause they knew it wasn't me.

And just a few hours ago, we got a phone call at the house

Note to self: make the home phone number unlisted or change the damn thing

for someone named Sherry. My mother had a little arguement with the woman on the other end of the phone and hung up. But the last thing the woman said before the end of the call was sort of muffled, "There, is that good enough?" as though it was to someone else at the other end of the phone.

*69

and Google to the rescue.

Glayds and Bertha Lynn, (574) 295-5987, 408 Ash Cir, Elkhart, IN 46517

I wonder if I should call Glayds and Bertha Lynn? Maybe it was just an odd coincidence with the other phone calls. Maybe I'm just being a little paranoid.

That must be it, right? Right?