On Monday it didn't occur to me that someone would climb over the fence to enter the backyard and take the patio furniture. We were planning on getting a lockable shed for the garden tools and in hindsight that should have been a priority. Snugglebunny said we will get the shed this weekend and pick up a new-to-us lawnmower. Our landlord is bringing over a plastic patio table and chairs that were left at one of her other properties and she is cutting rent for next month by 40% because of this incident and because we replaced our dryer when it didn't work in the new place and it turned out to be that the outlet was not installed correctly (and took over a month to get properly diagnosed and repaired). So it's not a money thing because we can replace everything. It's this feeling that it is not smart to feel safe. And I liked that little wrought iron patio set.
It's a tall fence with sturdy locks on both gates. The back side is surrounded by tall trees for privacy from the church behind us. Last night when I took my hair down Snugglebunny pulled a bit of a branch out of then ends and laughed at me for having had bits of the wilderness in my hair all day long (from tramping through the treeline picking up pieces of the lawnmower, which did not survive being tossed over the fence so was left among the trees on the church side).
Also right now FB is filled with comments about someone, who I didn't personally know, who was murdered over the weekend. It's enough to make a girl long for small town living!
Anyway, I just wanted to say that today it's not as easy to joke about getting help becoming closer to a minimalist lifestyle as it was yesterday. Today I feel worse about it. Today it feels like security will never be regained. Today I don't really want to be having an existential crisis prompted by patio furniture...
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Miserable bastards. :[
Hugs. xx
i hate when things like that happen to shatter your private peaceful world. the world truly is the same place it was the day before when you had the old patio furniture, even though it's hard to see.
today i saw someone go on a rampage hitting cars in a traffic jam. it was on the road i take to and from work. there's really no choice, i pretty much have to take that road unless i want to sit at 30-odd traffic lights in heavy traffic. it rattled me to see someone lose it like that, and it made my little stretch of road feel unsafe. (not that it was ever particularly safe to start with.) i think i will be taking the alternate route tonight, even if it takes longer to get there. i like to feel safe, too.
Oh, I'm sorry. This seems too big to say "what a nuisance" and too small to say "what a violation" but somewhere in the middle there is the right word, I just can't find it. I'm sorry this happened to you and totally understand that it would change how you feel about the world, and particularly your corner of it.
Ugh, that's awful. So sorry you've had to deal with that. xx
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