I had this plan for today. I was going to get up, and post a new entry with pictures of the quilt stuff I did yesterday, then I had a pleasant day ahead of some fusing play time.
Instead, I went downstairs at 6:30 am to find glass all over the living room. Somehow, during the night someone took a huge blunt object to our two living room windows and shattered them. Weirdly, Roger and I had awakened during the night to a loud noise, but Roger saw nothing when he went downstairs to investigate (probably because the living room blinds were down and he couldn't see that the windows had broken). I looked out the bedroom window (which faces the front of the house) and didn't see anything.
What a shock. And then, when I went outside to see the damage from the front, I saw that TWO windows on my car had been shattered as well.
So, the morning has been spent with local police and insurance reps and a lot of time shop-vacking glass. Roger had to rush off to school for a class but he will be back as soon as he can.
I've taken pictures for insurance purposes but am too disheartened to post them here. You all don't want to see such ugliness, anyway.
A neighbor who opened her door when she heard noise, saw two adolescent boys running around the corner (our house is on a corner). The police thinks it may have been aimed at a school principal who lives on a corner in the same position as our house but on the next block over. All that rage, and they hit the wrong house? It's sort of a relief to think that it was kids, rather than grown-ups....but still, it has me thinking. Was this aimed at us specifically for any reason? Why hit MY car and not touch Roger's which was parked right next to it? My Ipod was in the car (although tucked out of sight) and my cell phone was clearly visible looking in...those weren' taken. So it WAS about the damage, not about theft. And if it was mistaken identify, will it happen again?
My tough, street-wise urban transplant neighbor says he will be watching all street traffic today for me, as he thinks that anyone who did that would come back to see what they accomplished by the light of day. He says he's ready to jump in his car and follow them. Great. I'm not sure I'm comforted by this.
I'm going to go take some advil, then take a shower, and then...well, wait for the restoration guys that the homeowners' insurance company is sending over.
I think this calls for chocolate. Is it too early for a margarita?