Last night Franklin and I were happily drifting off to blissful dream land when we heard a huge metallic crash - it reverberated brightly and sounded very much like it was coming from our yard. I’ve never seen Franklin move so fast. He was out of bed and headed downstairs in his underwear instantly. I decided to panic - someone is trying to break into the house and my husband has raced downstairs to confront them armed with…his hairy chest? So I’m only a beat behind him when I reach the bedroom door with the idea that if there IS someone in the house, I want them to know that we’re aware of them before my mostly naked husband lands in their midst. Franklin is bolting down the stairs, and I’m standing at the top yelling “HEY! HEY! HEY!” (I’m very eloquent when scared). Franklin gets to the bottom of the stairs and draws up short. Everything looks OK down here, but now his wife is at the top of the stairs yelling her head off. Now HE panics.
In the end, it was just some kids doing something with a huge sheet of metal on the sidewalk under our window. I bet they panicked when they heard me yelling directly overhead. I guess we were more shaken up by our break-in experience than we thought we were.
Feast preparation is in full swing, and the days are getting full. It’s stressful, but we’re enjoying being united with old friends and participating in all the excitement.
Last night we came home from church to find our front door wide open. One look at the open drawers and junk on the floor inside was all it took to let us know that we’d been burgled. My first thoughts: “the dog! my computer!”; Franklin’s first thoughts: “my guitars! my cappuccino machine!” Thank the Lord, all the important stuff was in place. So far, we think all they made off with was a watch, Franklin’s class ring, and an old camera. The house was completely ransacked though - I’ve never seen such thoroughness. There was only one room in the house they didn’t go into - the one where the frenzied dog was barking her head off. Our valiant pup scared the thieves away from the room wherein resides the single most valuable thing in our house: my engagement ring. Good girl!
We waited forever for the police, and when they did arrive they were singularly unhelpful. It was just a routine check to verify the break-in. We had to wait until today for the detectives to come, which meant 12 hours of not being able to touch anything in the house. Joel and Laura were with us when we discovered the break-in (for which we are grateful - it was a lot less creepy having friends there too), so we grabbed Chloe the dog and went with Joel and Laura down to the King’s house to hang out with Chloe the dancer. We had pizza (NOT on the diet) and watched my in-heat dog ferociously pursue the King’s poor little puppy.