We were robbed this morning.

[Warpy]

79. I wals almost relieved when a junkie broke in and stole all the bling my mother left me

although her engagement ring with 3 diamonds, one from my grandmother, one my great grandmother, and my mother's, was pretty special. I'd never have worn it and I have no one to leave it to, so I've tried to be as philosophical as possible while wishing him a dirty bag of drugs leaving to endocarditis and the end of his dual careers as burglar and junkie. Hey, I'm human.

Other times have been easier, My electronics were cheap enough for easy replacement and I laughed when they took broken stuff left out for repair. The stuff that really matters, some antique furniture and my weaving and spinning stuff, was apparently too weird to steal.

Funny, I lived in some of the most wretched parts of Boston, had guns pulled on me twice and met guys trying to jimmy the lock on the front door with a sledgehammer in my hand and murder in my eye (they left, fast) but nothing ever got stolen and I was unpredictable enough not to get shot.

I've been hit twice here and the main thing I've regretted was the loss of my back door, it's barricaded to the point that nobody is going to get through it. If they want to break in, they'll have to put on a show for the neighbors out front or chop a hole in the roof.

Burglary makes you feel icky, some stranger has been in your home, pawing through your stuff. It does take a while to get over.