I hope you saw your arm off

Well, today was the first in my life. It was, in fact, the first time I have ever been robbed.

Dad, Danny and I went to the house on Modella today. They were going to help me with a few more things in advance of my home being for sale. When we arrived, the attic ladder was down. I was very confused. As I searched further, I saw that the screen was removed from one of the windows, and the back door was unlocked. There was also a light left on in the garage, and a door open between the garage and the house that I would certainly have closed.

Might knee-jerk reaction was to call our contractor, Jim to see if he had for some reason come by the house. He had not. We began to look around, and noticed that then stools were all missing. Someone called off and entire bag of tools. They also managed to take the barstools, my great-grandmothers pearl necklace, and my father's circular saw. I hope they saw their damn arm off.

We called the police, and an officer came out to file the report. After that, we went about the business of finishing up. We have to get it on the market, before someone decides to come and steal the appliances.

Dad, Danny and I finished but we need to do and headed back to Richardson to get Laurie so that we could go out for a few beers. It seems the only reasonable way to spend the afternoon.

When I left at the Flying Saucer, I went back to Modella to clean some more. I am now finished with the master bathroom, mostly done with the garage and backyard, and making headway in the kitchen. It is arduous, but I am making progress. I had to leave to go have dinner at my real house with my sweetie.

When I was on Modella for the second time today, I also noticed that my iPhone charger and my my iHome radio were missing. I shudder to think of what I may have forgotten to notice originally with the police officer was there. I am pretty sure that an old, gold locket also was taken, but I am not upset about that, because it was from an old boyfriend and I didn't know what to do with that anyway.

Anyhow, in these days of police making the news and for misbehavior, it was refreshing to be served so well by those protect and serve. He was a good guy, and he took my report while managing to keep me calm.

Here, for the first time ever, is the police report number for the report I filed today. Something I have never done before.

In the end, I was glad it happened while I was away. I was glad not much was taken, and I was very glad I had a different house to sleep in. 

It's shower time now, then dinner with my guy. At least this stupid day will end well.