Dreams really do come true. Keep dreaming!
The last time I blogged, I was anxiously preparing for a long Labor Day weekend away in the Twin Cities. I remember anticipating that I’d be writing all about my experience at the Minnesota State Fair when I returned home. It was my very first time going to the fair and I went with my daughter and son-in-law…along with a record breaking 250,000+ other people. Wearing super comfortable shoes, we walked and ate our way through the amazing fair grounds. My Fit Bit recorded just under 22,000 steps that day! In comparison, the next day, with feet so sore I could barely walk, my Fit Bit registered a mere 637 steps. It also gave me more than a few reprimands to GET GOING SUSAN!
But the weekend was so much more than just the fair. All of my MN family gathered for an end of the year party – where we enjoyed fabulous potluck food and hilarious moments playing games and soaking each other up. There were so many laughs and sweet moments and hugs throughout that entire weekend. On Labor Day, I spent the day with my feet up. Isn’t that how everyone should spend a day away from work? My son-in-law picked up some amazing Thai food (Green Curried Chicken with Vegetables and Pad Thai) and we spent hours playing Uno and Phase 10 and Heads-up. On Tuesday, I got to experience my daughter and son-in-law’s morning bus ride into the city and meet one of her sweet co-worker friends, along with squeezing in a visit with a high school friend before taking the light rail to the airport. The weekend left me feeling rejuvenated and almost joyful the whole flight and ride home.When I finally got home after a stop at the grocery store and started unpacking my car, I noticed a few things amiss.
But I quickly dismissed them all. Then nearly 3 hours later, after having unpacked my suitcase and finished a couple loads of laundry (basically having been in and out of every room in my house and the garage too several times), while eating a fresh picked salad from my garden, I heard crickets. At first I thought I had some crickets in the house and then I realized it sounded like a window was open. It was already getting dark when I got up to investigate and walked down the hallway to my studio. I flipped the light switch on and instantly noticed the blinds over my desk looked somewhat uneven. Almost robotically I pulled the cord to open the blinds and gasped. I looked directly out into the darkness of my backyard. The windows and screen were gone. There was glass everywhere. I stood there in disbelief for a few seconds while my heart pounded and my mind raced, trying to take it all in. All I could hear were the sounds of outside and crickets. Lots of crickets.
What has followed has been many days and nights, and now weeks of picking up the pieces. The peace and serenity of my home has been violated, along with my closets, my drawers, my things.
I’ve been a little (okay, a lot) weepy and emotional and exhausted this whole bittersweet month. On top of all the lunch hours and time spent canceling and opening new accounts (they got some blank checks) and redirecting payments and cleaning up glass and making an inventory of what was taken (jewelry, cash, coins, 2 purses, and my work laptop), it seems that everyday I continue to be reminded of this invasion of my home space. This month also included moving (packing/moving/unpacking) to a new work location/building and getting a new manager. Every day I am doing my best to stay focused, get good rest, and keep one foot in front of the other…or maybe part of me is just going through the motions. Yesterday when pulling out of my driveway, I noticed my flowers and plants looking pretty sad. I realized in all my months of almost daily or every other day watering this summer, I hadn’t watered in more than a week…maybe two.
According to a newspaper report, there have been more than 60 burglaries in my side of town in the last few months. The police said they are mostly after gold and money. The police suspect the burglars probably spent 5 minutes in my house and since they wore gloves, there were no fingerprints. Several co-workers and friends mentioned their homes or neighbors’ homes were robbed too. My heart goes out to anyone who goes through or has gone through something like this. My sister said after she and my brother-in-law were robbed, they were still noticing things missing for more than a year.
I’m now adjusting to having a alarm system and last weekend when the wood finally came off the window and a new window and screen went up, my spirits were definitely lifted and I felt a new peace. Only I just can’t seem to get past the sick feeling in my stomach and the haunting thought that someone has been here.
There is no changing the past, but I can’t help being angry to think of all the time and energy and expense I have spent picking up the pieces (along with 60 other homeowners), for what may have taken someone maybe only 5 minutes to do.
I am determined to move past this and not let them continue to rob me of my joy, my peace of mind, my serenity. In the midst of taking inventory, I realized that along with taking my laptop, they also stole dozens of not quite finished stories (Including Chapter Three notes) that I had written over lunch hours and at night and on weekends; stories I intended to be blog posts. Sadly, non of them were able to be retrieved. I could cry to think of all the words that are gone. Sure, some of them were ideas and outlines for stories, but many of them were just a few tweaks away from being finished and posted.
Most of my writing these days has been in my journals – daily and gratitude, and I actually have a lot of gratitude. I’m grateful I wasn’t home when the intruders broke in. I’m grateful they didn’t trash my house. I’m grateful for the most part that what they took can be replaced with insurance money (minus my deductible). I’m grateful for all the family and friends and loved ones, including co-workers and neighbors who came to my aid – who came to stay with me to be sure I was alright – who brought me treats and wine and gift cards – who gave me hugs, lots of hugs – who sent words of love and encouragement and concern via text, email, voicemail and phone call. My cup truly runneth over.
And as you can see, if my garden and flowers can bounce back, so can I.