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Friday, October 31, 2014

 

Overwhelmed


Overwhelmed

 

As you know by now (if you’ve read even just a minor few of my blogs), I really try to be positive and see the humor in all that happens in my life.  But I must admit, it’s getting a tad bit tough.

 

Everyone’s life is truly based on a roller coaster-keeps us on our toes and hopefully learning from each experience something good to keep us going on to the next event.

 

Now that the old homestead in together, the next step is to feel safe.  Besides the aforementioned sensors/alarms and lighting-Steve has taken the Phoenix Police Department’s suggestion of “booby-trapping” the inside of the perimeter wall to heart.  Yes, one policewoman gave him an idea and he’s going through with it.

 

HERE THAT YOU IDIOT BURGLARS????  IF YOU TRY ANYTHING BE PREPARED TO NEED A TRIP TO THE ER!  I hope your “union” has health insurance.

 

Then we’re taking another officer’s suggestion for a home security system. 

 

When the boys are here-I keep yelling:  Don’t touch that door!

 

I just hate the screeching.  But it’s necessary.

 

On to the next bit of being overwhelmed.  We realized that when all is said and done-our insurance covered about ½ of our losses.  Monetarily speaking.  We’ll never see our sentimental pieces again.

 

I am still grieving the heirloom pieces that I had hoped to pass down to the girls.  I’m really grieving the loss of my anniversary gifts.  Steve has gone from watch “collector” to-I don’t need any more than the one I’m wearing.

 

Then came the “last straw” for me.  I had mentioned to Steve that it was time for our 6 month jewelry check, but we’ve been “busy”.  Last night, I looked down at my anniversary band and saw a spot on the middle stone.

 

It was not a spot-it was a hole.  Yes, my stone was gone.

 

Sorry.  No joke or twist this time.  I’m just going to have myself a good solid cry.

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