Hmm...that sounds like a country song, doesn't it? Unfortunately, it's also seemingly true. But I used to think the 3s they came in, ended after the third one. Apparently, instead, it just sets us up for another set of 3!
I think our stressful times began the end of last month with the derecho storm while MS and I were in Maryland. The power was off for 6 days in my home (and I had it pretty good at that count, others were without power even longer). I'm relatively sure that the loss of power and the house being heated to as much as 100 degrees inside, during the prolonged heat wave that occurred at the same time . This created other problems. At least I seemed to see lots of problems along those lines (a heat pump that had to be reworked and re-loaded with freon, an outbreak of ants in the kitchen, a failing refrigerator). Leading up to that was a problem of getting someone to come out and replace a faucet and do a bit of other plumbing repairs. Concurrent with the loss of power, of course, was the tossing of several hundred dollars of food in the fridge and freezer. In addition, MS was facing some challenges in his own world, issues that are not mine to share, but there were at least 3 of his own. Then yesterday, I was delivered another blow.
My landlady phoned me at work to tell me my home had been broken into. I scurried across town to find my front window shattered, police all around. I was escorted into the townhouse and was stunned to see the damage. They were intent upon finding jewelry, and they found it. All of my costume jewelry, my fun and funky knitters and cat jewelry, souvenirs from Sock Summit and TKGA Greensboro, gifts from blog pals. They didn't get the good stuff (by and large, anyway, tho' there were a couple of nice pieces lost), because I keep that elsewhere. But still, it was all stuff I LOVED. Gifts from family and local friends, pieces I'd picked up on etsy, and from friends who craft. My mom's costume jewelry was also taken (one vintage piece, in particular, brought me to tears when I realized it was gone). That was hard, as I enjoyed wearing her things...as much as she did. And everytime I wore that one pin, I felt as if she were nearby. Just a funky silly way to keep her with me, you know?
The good news is the kitties are fine. With the window open and no one around, I'm amazed The Tonk didn't try to leave, but he stayed in the house. The Meezer I didn't worry about, knowing she would be under whatever she felt provided her the most safety and she didn't disappoint, but stay hidden till mid-afternoon. The police seemed to think The Tonk was quite friendly (heh - wonder if the thief thought so, too?). And the other things usually taken in a burglary, the technology things? Everything was left as it was...even the Bernina!
Still and all? Well, okay: I'm crying "UNCLE" right now! I'm well past 3, even possibly past 6. I'd really rather not move on to 9...I'm done, please? PLEASE?
The truly amazing thing? The thief left the fabric, yarn, and needles. And they thought they were getting something of value? Heh.
Btw...if you know you remember that you sold me a piece of jewelry and you might even remember what it was? If you have a photo, could you get in touch with me? I'm putting together a list of things for insurance company and the police. The blog has been amazing, because I could go back thru and pull photos from it. But I've barely made a dent what I had.