monday.
so far, monday is really trying to harsh my mellow.
woke up, sunny day, could hear the dog next door digging in his yard. as he should be.
it seemed all was well.
the doctor wasn’t home last night.
so i had sprawled around the bed.
it was comfy.
i was comfy.
went through the morning routine, trailed by roo, footstep-pawstep-footstep-pawstep.
normal.
i gather my things, head out to my car.
get in.
it’s breezy!
and why is my glove compartment open?
back window
shattered.
back seat
filthy.
someone broke in. all there was to steal was a bottle of wine and $14.
and my registration.
wtf.
why steal my registration but leave the car?
i took it to the glass place.
they said, it was parked on pierce?
yep.
damn crackheads, they said. always trolling on pierce for pocketchange. they’ll break your window, it’ll cost you almost $300, they get $14 out of the deal. (plus a lovely bottle of 1998 white wine)
awesome.
but.but.but it could have been so much worse.
it’s not going to be too expensive to fix, and they are taking care of it today. the doctor and roo and i are safe.
but it is monday, to be sure.i am renewing my pleas to the doctor that we move. not asap, but at some point that i can visualize.
I feel like having your car vandalized is a totally sucky SF right of passage. It still makes me sad.
