Yeah, I’m morbid in my blog. I’m morbid in my life. It’s just how I see things. Glass half empty, and about to explode from rising temps due to climate cha-cha-cha. Although I had an opportunity to be positive last night.
Eamonn and Cindy took the dogs to spend the night at his new house, but came home around eleven because there were so many fumes in it. New paint, bleached bathrooms with ammonia, and bug spray. No problem for me: I just fixed them something to eat and went to bed.
About 2:05a.m., I heard something that woke me up. The dog began to howl at the same time, so I bolted from the bedroom to see what was wrong. I let Charlie out the back and almost followed him, but hesitated because I knew if I saw a person-sized shape, I’d shit a brick. And these floors are hard to clean. Eamonn was in the kitchen shouting, Charlie in the yard–but then I saw his head go down, butt in the air, and he backed up several paces. Oh, no, a big possum?
Both dogs fanned across the back yard but ended up at the trampoline by the fence. We all calmed down, called them in and went back to bed. About ten minutes later, Gus came home from work and asked me what Eamonn did with the tv. It was gone.
I never noticed it earlier! But someone, probably two someones, had entered the house to steal the tv from the living room. We went outside and found it in the side yard. We couldn’t find the remote or the power cable, so they got that. Police came, dusted it and told us other robberies had been happening, but this was one of the first at night, in an occupied house. So, I’m positive about this, because it could have been so much worse. A lot of bad things did not happen, although I had trouble getting Eamonn to calm down. He trembled like a racehorse after a hard run, he was so upset. He’s worried he has to protect us, but he has to think about his own house now.
It was a wake-up call. I can see now that without the dogs, we’ll have to start locking all the doors at night.
