Do you know how I have been lamenting that there was nothing to write about? Well.....be careful what you wish for, or so they say.
I didn't bother mentioning it in my 12 of 12
yesterday, but none of that post was done on my MacBook. Why, you ask?
Oh, because during the daylight hours, while I was working at home, someone came into the house and stole two MacBooks, an iPad and a GPS. THAT
It was this weird confluence of events. A mid-afternoon power outage (that ended up lasting almost 12 hours)
and someone walking into the house, ground and second floor, all while I was in my office, which is above the garage. Connected to the house, yet separated at the same time.
Totally ballsy that they got through the locked front door, then into another door (unlocked) and free to roam the house.
The "joke" is, I didn't even notice. I went about my day, and when the power and internet went out, I was kind of stymied doing work. I did what I could in the office and then I went out to the end of the drive and talked to neighbors. With the doors locked, I sat outside, as it was lighter out, than in.
Denton came home he wanted to look up why the power might be out but his iPad wasn't where he normally leaves it. I tell him to just use his MacBook. It's not there either. I look for mine and it too is gone.
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. x 100.
It's like losing my iPhone all over, but billion times worse, and no, that is not
hyperbole. There is nothing
worse than hyperbole!!!! (oh hey, I still have a sliver of a sense of humour, who knew?)
I was figuratively sick to my stomach over all of this. And not for the immediate reason you'd think. It wasn't that someone was creeping around the house while I was there. It was that I had somehow failed.
Were the outside doors truly locked? Did I forget to do to something? Why weren't the devices hid more effectively? What could/should I have done differently? Because now, it wasn't just my stuff, it was Denton's stuff too.
Not only that, we all know it's not about 'stuff'. It's about the loss of security and feeling safe in your home and that has been violated. Yeah, the thought process of what if someone had been hurt and thankfully no one was, but that wasn't it...........it will be, but I haven't started down that path yet. I'd have felt horrible if something had happened to Sophie.
For a few hours, I thought they stole my wallet too. I realized this after we did our bad Scooby-Doo bit.
Sitting there, Denton thought 'do we think they are still in the house?' , because at some point I did lock the inner door. So off we went with Coleman lanterns in hand like Velma and Alan (you decide which one is which) - and a wrought iron bar - announcing ourselves and whipping open closets for "surprise" when clearly the only one's who'd be surprised is us.
As we were each on the phone furiously cancelling my credit and bank cards and fuming over having to stand in the DMV line, the perfect end to the day: the cat ralphing right there in the kitchen and then loud knocking on our door at 22:00 - in the pitch black.
It was the cops. Police had been called. Police arrived and were nice (one was cute....so, there's that),
and very helpful. Hint: write down your serial numbers of all your electronics - don't store them electronically - because if they find stolen stuff and they don't have those numbers, you don't get those items back. Oddly enough, we had the numbers for the report..
After assessing that no prints could probaby be taken, not only by what might have been touched, we went through everything to see what was missing, effectively wiping out any useable fingerprints.
I hate to say it, but one thing went silently through my mind: we should get a gun.
I've always been a big non-believer in firearms. I know it was a not-so-fleeting thought and a reactionary one. And then out of Denton's mouth, he said something similar. At least mine was in my head, but I immediately felt better for thinking it.
Yesterday, in our email group, when I mentioned a dog or a gun, Morty mentioned the gun would be less messy, that is until I used the gun. True.
But the blood splatter is only one clean up. The dog barfs, sheds, poops and pees daily. And I don't have to walk the gun. The reality is, I'd have to be packin' and come across the perp (yes, I'm using Law & Order lingo)
for that gun thing to work. ....and it's a five day waiting period and I'M MAD NOW
So I have yesterday I emailed all neighbors (I head that list)
to let them know to be vigilant. Naturally, a few stepped up to say the same thing happened to them over the last week, but never bothered to say anything. UGH! Then I spoke with the police again and our insurance agent, so all those wheels are in gear.
And to add insult to injury, I can't go to iTunes today to purchase Blondie's new release. That will have to wait until we get clearance (Clarence) from the insurance company and then make a trip up to Apple to make one heck of a purchase that should pay their mortgage for next month.
So, we are safe. I can't say we are sound, because sleep did not come Monday night and doubtful it will tonite. Each sound has my ears pricked up. I snap at little things and it's only day one. I still have like 4.5 more stages to get through until acceptance. As if!
There. I have something to blog about. Happy??? I'm not.
Song by: Dashboard Confessional