There's a stranger in my town...

I chaperoned my daughter's field trip on Monday to the aquarium. We touched skates, sharks, rays, sea stars (whatever happened to starfish?), and sea anemones.  At each tank, I had one kid scared of something. But when it came to the shark tank, the little girl who was scared of the rays suddenly turned into the shark whisperer and touched 20! 
Tuesday I had my appointment with the unemployment office.  It was an interview over the phone. Sometimes you get a feel for how an interview went, on this one I have no clue.  I find out sometime next week.  In the mean time, still looking for work and being a lab rat. This week it was testing sunscreen for $100.  Next week, it's a face lotion for $30.  I think I'm going to start volunteering somewhere.  I can help out somewhere and not have an empty spot on my resume.
Thursday I was feeding my daughter breakfast and we had an unexpected visitor at the door.  Some guy about 6 foot, big boned and heavy set came banging on my door. He claimed he was from out of state, on his way to work and his car overheated under a nearby overpass.  He needed some water. I wouldn't open the door and sent him to the side of the house to use the hose, not remembering we winterized the pipes.  He came back and asked me to fill the jugs.  He put them down and went across the street while I stepped out to grab them. I told my kid to call 911 in case anything happened.  It was stupid of me. What if there was someone else hiding on the side of the house?  He passed four houses full of cars and people before getting to mine, why not stop there?  Or he could have been just someone who really just needed some help.  My kid was hysterical and I'm paranoid...Last year, an elderly woman up the street was attacked by someone while sitting next to her pool. The man ran into the woods and was never found, no description ever given.  So after dropping my daughter off at school, I headed over to the police station and reported it.  What I should have done was call the police to come help him and they could have checked him/his story out.
I wish I got a pitbull instead of this terrier at the moment.  Now, I have my father coming over and casing the joint.  Benefit of a recently retired father whose a hunting enthusiast.  He sat on my patio for hours Thursday afternoon just sitting and waiting ever so still like a statue.
I'm an optimist - on the bright side, this a good excuse to get the hubby to walk the dog in the evening and night.
Today we're off to celebrate my husband's grandmother's 94th birthday.  It should be a nice gathering of about 60 - her kids, grandkids and great grandchildren.  Happy Birthday Grandma!