Friday I got a call from a neighbor headed out of town...could I cat, dog and goldfish sit? Sure. So, after hanging out with the critters that night, I headed to bed after a long week. The next morning, on my way to check on the neighbor's pets, I notice their snow machine is moved around. My thoughts: concern that someone was trying to steal it, relief that it was still there, I should let them know. It wasn't until my way back home that I noticed what was actually missing...my Honda! My thoughts: incredulity that this happened again, dismay that it happened again, embarrassment that it happened again (because I didn't have it chained up the night before). This was the third time it has been stolen, second from the same location. The last time it happened, the police officer told me it was kind of my fault for not having it locked up. Of course, fundamentally, it wasn't my fault, but there is a reason you end up with adages such as, "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me." Apparently I'm a slow learner. After last time, I had been faithfully locking it up. Then, I got complacent. I did, however, have my bike locked up. I was so focused on the ATV, though, that it wasn't until a few moments later when another neighbor came out that she noticed my bike was gone. Somehow, they got the lock open, and it was laying there on the ground. That bike was Antonio's, and it's just an object, but for someone to take something of his away from me makes me indignant because I'll never be able to attach memories of him to other objects, ever. It gets harder to hold on to memories over time.
|After it was first stolen|
Sunday I started getting calls from the radio station. I did a lot of walking, but no luck. Finally, when it was almost dark, someone reported seeing one behind the school. I took a cab to get there before it was dark, and sure enough, it was my machine! It wasn't wrecked, and it even had gas in it still. I can't get it started, though, so something's wrong with it. Grrr! I tried for a while with the pull start, but no luck. My neighbor towed us home behind her snow machine, and I locked it up. That was that.
|Phone almost buried|