Well, the trash of the world has struck again.
This is how I was awoken this morning:
*Bill: Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?
Me: Yes and no but it’s okay, what’s up?
*Bill: Uh, don’t wake Neil if he’s asleep but I was just calling to tell you that the store was broken into and all the tools are gone.
Me: Are you kidding me?
*Bill: No, I’m not.
Me: What did they get?
*Bill: All the drills, the grinder, my entire toolbox…
Me: [Expletive] [Expletive] [Expletive]
I tried to find an earlier post I had written that gave a quick run-down of all the criminal activity of which we had become victims in just the last few years but I couldn’t find it. And because there’s been so much, I’m not sure I can recall all the incidents without some serious time to reflect. It’s unbelievable.
Let me try. Let’s see…
1) My husband’s wallet was stolen
2) My husband’s cell phone was stolen
3) Our brand new fifth-wheel was broken into
4) Tools were stolen from our garage
5) Tools were stolen from our garage (again)
6) A commercial radio was stolen from outside our garage
7) Our utility trailer was stolen and emptied. Our local cops did nothing, literally, but a unified police officer found it so we were able to get it back.
8) A guest leaving from a party at our house saw a man exiting our camper. Neil chased him but lost him over a fence.
9) A man was seen walking feet from our front window, between our house and our garage. Neil found him hiding in our driveway before running him off.
10) Tools were stolen from our truck when we worked in D.C.
11) Someone threw a large chunk of concrete at my car and put a dent in the door
I’m sure there are a few that I’ve forgotten. Isn’t that unbelievable though?
I know it could be worse so I keep it in perspective, it’s all just Things, but I can’t help but shake my head.
But! on a good note..Addy took her first steps yesterday! We were at the Natural History Museum and my sister felt sorry for her, stuck in the umbrella stroller, so she pulled her out. Addy wiggled to be put down so my sister stood her up on the floor. She looked at me like she knew this was something important. Her smile was as big as Texas with her little teeth peeking through her lips. She giggled and squealed and took a few clumsy steps before falling on her “butt-hind”, as Arden calls it. I think I squealed so loud everyone in the museum heard me, I was SO excited. How cool is that?
F those thieves. I believe in karma. Besides, I got a toddler on my hands again.
*Real name not used in order to conceal identity and prevent embarrassment from association.