{{{{{{{{{{{Debbie and Iris}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Thank you for your wise words.

The idiot across the street has settled down quite a bit. I don't know if someone spoke to him or not, but at least he's ceased to be the town cryer.

I've been able to disect the situation and now I'm pretty sure I know where my anger came from. It was a bit misplaced but since the man has done some of the same things to me that other's have done, I also have anger toward him.

I had begun to feel some anger towards the dead man as the natural grieving process and it was interrupted by the other man.

Also, I've been aware that my feelings towards the idiot are anything but Christian. I've felt guilt about it, but so far, I haven't been able to do much about it since in one way or the other, he reminds me that he's not going away, especially through my husband. That, too, is a source of anger for me. It seems my husband cares more about not hurting the idiots feelings more than he cares about how I feel. There's a choice to be made here. Either I have a serious talk with my husband, or I take the garbage this man brings over and very plainly tell him "NO. THANK. YOU!! Give it so someone else if you can't use it. We. DON'T. want. it!"

Iris, I promise to check out the Scripture you gave me as soon as I finish this response. But even now, I feel that I need to keep my guard up with this... whatever. Sometimes I feel really threatened by him but I also get glimpses of Indifference towards him. He's been known to run when I raise my voice... well... flat footedly clomp off as quick as he can.

DEEP BREATH... ... ...