This is probably not the best way to start a Monday, but work was work and mostly good, but when it came time to come back home, I was thrilled. I dreamed of yoga and making a great supper. The sunshine of the day had warmed my elegant driver [car] to a delightful temperature and everyone I saw on my way home was happy. I arrived here in good spirits. My house smelled fresh like spring, the children were playing and I could hear them nicely, and the daffodils on my counter were shining their cheer.
But the kids seemed louder today. Yet, I continued reading the local paper until I realized there was draft blowing my paper around, which was odd considering only two windows in my house open and neither of them were open. So I actually looked up, and to my dismay - a two foot by five foot window had smashed into my place! The storm window on this particular window had decided to leave the world last year and thus, this with the other window in millions of pieces on my floor, I had a perfect opening for a creeper.
I stared in disbelief. Incredulous. All I could think of was burglar!!! It took me a minute or two to realize that my laptop, digital camera, and guitar were all still in the very room in which now had no window. Instantly, I think my thief was not very smart, since he or she left my only things of monetary value. But then I realistically evaluate that there was likely no intruder, so I call the landlords to alert them of my now bird and bug friendly habitat; they say they will come in a while to take care of the problem.
But then my overactive imagination chimed in: What if the robber tapped into my computer or placed cameras about my place to record my movements? Naturally, I go into CSI mode. Who created this mess?
Who had it in for Frosty?
Was someone irritated that the ornate glass from the early 1900's was outshining their normal window glass?
Was my vandal threatened by my amazing cribbage skills?
Or was it my domino opponent's fear?
While sleuthing [the word sleuthing reminds me of Nancy Drew] around, I noticed a suspect brick that could have been the window wrecking item. Also out of place on the scene was a Powerade bottle on the ground outside near the said window.
Windows in the early 1900's were probably all custom made, so it was not a hassle to have odd shaped windows back then. But now, it means that I'll have some new windows in 6-8 weeks that had to be special ordered due to their unique size and shape. For the mean time, I get to enjoy a lovely old ply board that looks like it belonged in someone's bathroom. I'm a lucky girl.
Really, I'm super glad that the window didn't smash to smithereens while I was home or I would have likely poo'd my pants, freaked out, and called 911. And beings how I was fired from my own CSI investigation, I can look forward to no further home mishaps right? I mean, after all, I've only had sewer water, carbon monoxide, and now window problems... :)
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