I was planning a different post for today but life has a way of forcing change upon us when we least expect it.
The Kay has been been busy trying to get her Spring cleaning done and planting flowers, etc. so she can head to Motown. My front porch is all gussied up and that will teach me. I should have let it stay sloppy. I'm now afraid to go to Motown. I am angry and upset.
Either last night during the night or this afternoon while I was out someone stole my wrought iron and glass topped table and the small wrought iron etagere I had out there. What bothers me is that neither was visible from the street as the walls surrounding are solid stucco so whoever took my stuff, knew it was there. My friends and nearby neighbors aren't the sort to take things. The funny part is it happened after I put the big pots of petunias on the ledges. I leave lights on all night inside the house so no one knows if I'm awake or not so I'm guessing it was done while I was away for an hour this afternoon. I also know there had to be two thieves. Moving that table was definitely a two-man job as the top is heavy and cumbersome.
I checked with my neighbors who saw nothing. I reported it to the police -- over the phone, mind you -- and they said that detectives might be by. Might? That's my stuff. I want it back. I don't care that it wasn't worth a huge sum of money -- it was mine, I liked it and NO ONE has the right to take it without my permission. That table sat on that porch for two years and no one bothered it. I feel violated. I don't feel safe anymore. I don't think in today's world that any of us can feel completely safe but I felt safe here.
I was displeased with how the cops just sort of blew me off. When I told them I was going to be away for a few days, they did offer vacation checks and I accepted of course. It doesn't make me feel safer because it will probably just amount to a cursory drive by.
This is the first time in years that I've been able to have things pretty much the way I want them and it galls me that some idiot is messing with my security and contentment. Anger isn't an emotion I enjoy but right now I'm angry and I don't like it. I've worked very hard to have my things and feel a bit of peace and well-being. Funny how that can be shattered so easily.
Oh well. I guess I've vented and whined enough. Thanks for listening. I promise to give you a good grooaaannn and giggle tomorrow!!!