Thank you for the kind words & righteous indignation on my behalf; a few days have past & I have recovered both my sunny disposition & sense of perspective, but not, unfortunately, my camera. While I was already planning to buy a new camera, I really didn’t want to incur the expense before my trip to Canada, & my insurance deductible is higher then the cost of an equivalent replacement *Sigh*
The feeling of being violated is a natural reaction to being burgled, but the fact that it happened at church, while I was inside singing praises, seems to add insult to the injury. But lest I begin to sound too virtuous, let me share this antidote:
I had been at the church for about 20 minutes, practicing the worship set, when Chris came up on stage to tell me about my car. We walked out to the parking lot, while I was doing a mental inventory of what was in my car. Since I had my purse, briefcase, & knitting bag with me, I came to the conclusion that it was just a malicious act. We arrived at the car to find three ushers & S, our pastor’s wife, standing guard, & expressing outrage over yet another break-in (this was the fourth time this year). I circled the car until I came to the smashed window; it was just then that I realized that my camera had still been in the car. My response?
There was dead silence…6 sets of eyebrows flew up & I clapped my hand over my mouth. I heard Chris mutter, “Classy, Meg- reeeel classy,” while two ushers looked down at their feet & the third turned away. I looked over at S, who grinned wickedly & declared: “Impressive- do you give lessons?”
Yep- my cover is blown.
I finished up the quilt last night, but unfortunately won’t have any pictures until after the shower, when I’m hoping someone will think to bring a camera, or Sam will be able to find his in the black hole of his room. I wasn’t crazy with how it turned out, but as Chris observed, I tend to be critical of my own work, often second-guessing my color &/or pattern choices. The only thing that has been keeping me from obsessing over it is the fact that I don’t really like this woman too much- if I did, I would have ripped the quilt apart & redone it several times.
Speaking of Sam (albeit peripherally), he finished the school year Friday…by skipping all but one period to play poker in his math class. Grades were posted on the Parent Access site this morning & he managed to squeak by in Science- his trouble spot all year- with a D; the others were B’s & C’s, so he’s officially made it through his sophomore year. He also putzed around & didn’t get his summer school application in on time, so I informed him this weekend he had best get his hind-end in gear & find a job, or he’ll be spending the summer in Oregon, babysitting his cousins for free & doing grunt work for his aunt & grandmother.
I know he’s a good kid, but too much unsupervised time is an invitation for trouble, particularly since he has a girlfriend. Besides, he could use the money to pay back his Dad for losing his bike (see story here) & to pay for his portion of driver’s training next fall. He starts tennis lessons tonight, which should continue through the end of the year, when the team starts practicing again for the 2008 season. He’s also moving to a new “dojo” with his karate teacher, who has decided to go independent from the city’s Parks & Recreation department; we’re not certain of the days & times as of yet, but I’m certain Sensei G is planning for Sam to continue to teach the beginner’s classes under him. Sam’s group has already begun their Black Belt training & has been asked to train with another Sensei on the weekends, but we’ll have to work on the logistics of that later.
Well, I’d best toddle- I have an appointment for a haircut & then need to collect Daisy from the vet’s office; it looks like we’ve finally got her blood sugar under control, but the doctor wanted to do another 12 hour insulin curve monitoring to make certain. I’m suppose to go to quilting group tonight, but I’ll have to see how much pampering poor Daisy needs before I head out again.