Send help. And wine.

Day 6 of my captivity.

This town is slowly trying to change me. We moved in last Friday to be greeted by friendly neighbors. They introduced their children. Warmly welcomed me. And then invited me to a block party on Memorial Day weekend.

I saw through it.

The next day, another neighbor introduced himself. He, again, mentioned the block party, this time adding it was BYOM (bring your own meat). But I needed to test the waters.

“As long as I have wine, I’ll be good,” I added cheerfully.

He didn’t flinch. He proceeded to tell me of all the neighborhood women that like to bond over wine.

And slowly, I’m forgetting that this place has stripped me of my connectivity to the outside world.

The next door neighbor told me it took him 4 months to get Comcast to install his internet. I nervously laughed when he told me that.

The next day, another neighbor introduced herself and brought me cookies, among other things.

I’m still waiting to see the cameras come out and someone tell me this is a bad episode of “Intervention.”

But hey can’t take away my phone. My cell signal is weak. My 3G is sketchy. But my resolve is strong. I shall persevere.

And hopefully be back online next week.

In case you were wondering, this post was written entirely in the Wordpress app on my iPhone. Next time, I promise pictures.