I want to begin by letting The Universe know that we, the Blys, are truly sorry if we did something to offend, either in this life or in a past one, so please stop beating up on us.
This is going to be a short post. I just don't have much energy in me today, but I wanted to update any of the readers still checking my blog on the latest adventure in our series, Things That Are Not Going As Planned.
Saturday night, between 10:45 pm and 5:45 am, some very bad people crept into our family room via the one unlocked window in the whole place, and silently and without creating any mess whatsoever, walked away with our computer, camera, and videocamera. They now have all of our pictures of Ethiopia, video of Eliana (sooooo creepy to know they have this stuff), and everything I have been working on (writings, recipes, resumes, etc) for the past two years. The worst of it, by far, is that we were all upstairs sleeping when it happened. To think of all of the possible outcomes that would have been immeasurably worse than what transpired....well, I cannot go there because, as I said before, I no longer have the energy.
I've gone through the various stages of post-theft recovery: Freaking Out, Crying, Shaking, Eating Poorly, and finally, Hopelessness. That last stage is kind of pathetic, I know, but I'm having a really hard time staying positive. Our house, which hasn't sold yet and really needs to sell really really soon, was broken into. Our house, which we want to leave more than ever, is not attracting buyers. So it's hard not to feel hopeless.
To spare you all from a longer version of my pity party, i'll end there. I'm a little tired today, as I've been sleeping on the couch in the living room all week while Paul's been away on business, armed with a fireplace poker in case the intruders return for more. Not sure what I'd do with the weapon, since I can't see more than 4 inches in front of me without my contacts, but I may be a frightening enough image for them - a blind woman screaming and flailing a poker about in their general direction - that they might decide it's not worth it and leave. That's my hope and plan, anyway, should they come back.
Wish us luck, everyone. If you're the praying type, feel free to send a few our way. If you're the home-buying type, don't let my tale of thievery scare you - it's a lovely home as long as you lock all the windows and doors at night. And I hear security systems aren't that expensive.