October 25, 2011. The day that strangers went through my house looking for stuff they could steal to sell. Ick. They went through my clothes drawers, pulled mattresses off the box springs, and I'm sure they got pissed off I had very little worth stealing. The Wii and WiiFit where I started exercising before I was brave enough to walk outside. The PlayStation given to me by Ramona after we lost Anna so I could take my mind off my problems. Two sets of wedding rings & engagement rings from other husbands. My digital camera and iPod Touch - which I haven't used much since I got my snazzy iPhone. Chuck's bicycle (but not mine). His air compressor. My nifty OTT crafting light that he just got me for my birthday (not even a month ago!).
When I got home from work, the two screen doors on the porch were wide open, and the house door was open too. I went in - noticed the door jamb hanging by a sliver. I figured Chuck had gotten off work early, was in the middle of some fix-up project (as he always is). I called him, and after several tries he finally convinced me it wasn't a prank - then I noticed our change basket was missing from the coffee table. I called 911. The most amazing thing is how well anti-anxiety meds work when you take them. I remained calm while talking to the police officer, as I kept discovering things that were missing. Relieved my TV and computer were still okay. Glad I'd had my precious iPhone with me at work.
After the police were gone, I decided I had to have Mexican food, so off to San Marcos we went. I managed to avoid the Points of a margarita, but overdid it on nacho chips. All in all, I'm still calm. We now think a neighbor may have seen the 3 guys who did the stealing in a gray Camry. I'm pretty sure I'll never see my things again. But I still have my pictures, my books, my yarn. I'm okay. I just KNEW things were going too well for me lately!
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