A Variety of Troubles
Jan. 3rd, 2019 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseThis morning as my family piled into the car to head off to work and school, we discovered we'd been robbed. Someone had gotten into our car and rifled through the glovebox and the various compartments. They absconded with my adorable kitty change purse and about $1.50 in loose coins, most of them pennies.
I hope that $1.50 was useful.
Though I want my change purse back, you b*st*rds, That was a Solstice gift!
If you're wondering if we also suffered a broken window, we didn't. I have a 50/50 chance of remembering to lock the car doors and last night was apparently one of the times that I forgot. I should know better, as this has happened to us numerous times before. But, there's just so little to steal.. I mean, seriously, the cute little zip purse was probably worth more (to me, anyway,) than the collection of odd change within it.
We have to park outside, on the street, because, though we TECHNICALLY have a garage, it's so old that it still has "barn" doors. Currently, it's function is as junk storage/a potting shed.
I used to feel weird to see all of our stuff tossed around the front seat, knowing some stranger sat in our car trying to find something useful, but it's happened enough that now I just feel vaguely annoyed and sort of sad for an individual who is so desperate that a $1.50 makes it worth the effort/chance of being caught. Seriously, whoever you are, you missed the big payload on New Year's Eve. There was probably a whole two or three dollars in dimes just sitting on the steps outside of our house. Think of what you could have bought for three dollars! A whole Slim Jim! (maybe.)
This is why this is sad to me. I hope the other cars this person rifled through last night actually netted them enough money to buy some French fries at Wendy's, if that's what they needed.
Speaking of the car, it's currently at the mechanics. Our car's dash has been flashing an oil change warning for over a week now, and yesterday I called to see if our usual place, Dave's, had any time this week to slide us in. They told me that 8:30 am today would work, which is why I am writing to you all from the Dunn Brother's Coffeeshop in Roseville, which is kitty corner from the auto repair place (and attached to the Roseville library).
With all the vet bills, I really didn't want to have to take care of the car, but it's our only car and if it stops working with the kitty in it on the way to the emergency clinic... that would be more than bad. An oil change SHOULDN'T break the bank, either. It's just a hassle and it means I'm away from home and Ms. Ball for however long it takes.
Ms. Ball rallied a little last night to drink some water. She was at it again this morning, but she's still refusing all offers of food--and there were two made in the middle of the night. I was up twice because I am a slave to our eldest cat, Ms. Piggy, who had been exhibiting "skinny, old cat" syndrome (with no underlying disease and is now back to being as plump as her namesake.) So, thanks to Ms Piggy pawing at my head demanding food, I was up at 12:30 am and again at 4:30 am.
Listen, I know I'm owned by my cats, but, in this case, I'm grateful for it because it means I could check on Ball and offer food. No one can say we're not giving it the old college try with Ball--at least, I hope they can't.
I blame being a mother on the fact that I wake up at the smallest nudges from our cats. Right after Mason was born and Shawn was still nursing him every couple of hours, I took on the 'listening' duties so that Shawn could sleep as much and as soundly as possible. When Mason would cry, I would collect him and bring him to Shawn. I'd then go get her a glass of water, and, if it looked like a long feeding session, I'd settle down on the floor (she would sit in an old rocking chair recliner) and read to her from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. It was a nice system and I regret nothing, except that I am now TRAINED to pop awake at the slightest provocation. The cats have learned to take advantage of me, those sneaky so-and-sos.
The only good thing is that 9 times out of 10, I can go right back to sleep afterwards.
I hope that $1.50 was useful.
Though I want my change purse back, you b*st*rds, That was a Solstice gift!
If you're wondering if we also suffered a broken window, we didn't. I have a 50/50 chance of remembering to lock the car doors and last night was apparently one of the times that I forgot. I should know better, as this has happened to us numerous times before. But, there's just so little to steal.. I mean, seriously, the cute little zip purse was probably worth more (to me, anyway,) than the collection of odd change within it.
We have to park outside, on the street, because, though we TECHNICALLY have a garage, it's so old that it still has "barn" doors. Currently, it's function is as junk storage/a potting shed.
I used to feel weird to see all of our stuff tossed around the front seat, knowing some stranger sat in our car trying to find something useful, but it's happened enough that now I just feel vaguely annoyed and sort of sad for an individual who is so desperate that a $1.50 makes it worth the effort/chance of being caught. Seriously, whoever you are, you missed the big payload on New Year's Eve. There was probably a whole two or three dollars in dimes just sitting on the steps outside of our house. Think of what you could have bought for three dollars! A whole Slim Jim! (maybe.)
This is why this is sad to me. I hope the other cars this person rifled through last night actually netted them enough money to buy some French fries at Wendy's, if that's what they needed.
Speaking of the car, it's currently at the mechanics. Our car's dash has been flashing an oil change warning for over a week now, and yesterday I called to see if our usual place, Dave's, had any time this week to slide us in. They told me that 8:30 am today would work, which is why I am writing to you all from the Dunn Brother's Coffeeshop in Roseville, which is kitty corner from the auto repair place (and attached to the Roseville library).
With all the vet bills, I really didn't want to have to take care of the car, but it's our only car and if it stops working with the kitty in it on the way to the emergency clinic... that would be more than bad. An oil change SHOULDN'T break the bank, either. It's just a hassle and it means I'm away from home and Ms. Ball for however long it takes.
Ms. Ball rallied a little last night to drink some water. She was at it again this morning, but she's still refusing all offers of food--and there were two made in the middle of the night. I was up twice because I am a slave to our eldest cat, Ms. Piggy, who had been exhibiting "skinny, old cat" syndrome (with no underlying disease and is now back to being as plump as her namesake.) So, thanks to Ms Piggy pawing at my head demanding food, I was up at 12:30 am and again at 4:30 am.
Listen, I know I'm owned by my cats, but, in this case, I'm grateful for it because it means I could check on Ball and offer food. No one can say we're not giving it the old college try with Ball--at least, I hope they can't.
I blame being a mother on the fact that I wake up at the smallest nudges from our cats. Right after Mason was born and Shawn was still nursing him every couple of hours, I took on the 'listening' duties so that Shawn could sleep as much and as soundly as possible. When Mason would cry, I would collect him and bring him to Shawn. I'd then go get her a glass of water, and, if it looked like a long feeding session, I'd settle down on the floor (she would sit in an old rocking chair recliner) and read to her from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. It was a nice system and I regret nothing, except that I am now TRAINED to pop awake at the slightest provocation. The cats have learned to take advantage of me, those sneaky so-and-sos.
The only good thing is that 9 times out of 10, I can go right back to sleep afterwards.
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Date: 2019-01-03 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-03 10:59 pm (UTC)It's been a tough couple of weeks....
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Date: 2019-01-03 11:25 pm (UTC)Yeah.