On the heels of the hacking excitement came this morning’s fun. I was planning to leave for a day of shopping by 10:30, but was able to get an appointment with my chiropractor to do some work on me for the breathing issue so I didn’t get home until 11:15 am. (BH, though it wasn’t entirely cleared up this was tremendously helpful.) Then dd14 didn’t want to leave until she washed all the dishes in the sink (it’s my job but I haven’t been up to doing much more than sitting in one place for the last three days) because she didn’t want to come home to a mess. The reason I’m mentioning this is that because of these delays, when dd14 finally finished the dishes and started to go outside to get a cooler to take with us for the raw milk, she saw someone in the middle of prying the lock off our garage with a crowbar.
She didn’t register right away what he was doing, but he ran off the second he saw her (as she described it, ‘he looked up with guilt written all over his face’). I called the neighborhood patrol to report it but if I had time to think about it would have called a different patrol that responds in the day and has a quick response time. I did call them afterwards, but five minutes had already gone by and that’s too late to catch him. I did go around and warn the few neighbors who were in to be careful and keep their eyes open.
Isn’t it great that we happened to be home? Since we were going to be out all day, there would have been nothing to have stopped him from totally cleaning us out – we don’t have much of value, but it took us months until we replaced the bikes and mower that were stolen last time and it would be very disheartening to have them all stolen again.
Since I didn’t know if he’d try to come back today and I knew we’d be out until tonight (I know, it seems stupid to go back to somewhere where you were spotted, but breaking into one of the better secured garages on the block belonging to one of the few homes that has someone home almost all day every day wasn’t exactly bright, either), I asked the kids to move all the bikes out of the garage into the house and then find a different place for the mower. Joining all these bicycles in the living room are two bench seats from the van, removed to make space to bring all our groceries home. Now that we’re finally home with the groceries, there really isn’t room to move anywhere.
Tomorrow we’ll finish unloading the groceries from the van, clean out the van, put the bench seats back in, return the bikes to the garage, put away the groceries, and maybe even do some Rosh Hashana cooking. 🙂
Avivah
