I love tranquility. I’m surrounded by noise and chaos a lot of days. So I really appreciate tranquil Saturdays.
Too bad I really didn’t have that today. I got up earlier than I wanted but then my daughter texted me to tell me her car had been stolen from in front of where she lives.
It gets better. She just moved to the west side. The last time she lived on the west side in this same general neighborhood, she had her car stolen. And a couple weeks later, her boyfriend had his stolen from the same house. She did get her car back. But it was stripped beyond recognition. No seats, no windows, only one door, no hood, no engine…you get the idea. And the stupid city made her pay the impound lot fee. It was like $75. It wasn’t her fault it was even there. That was four years ago. She had a good paying job and a mom who ponied up money to replace the very expensive infant car seat and the stroller in the trunk.
Fast forward to today. Struggling to make ends meet, driving a jeep that looks like crap. Except for the brand new (as in 2 days old) tire I just paid for since she had a blow out. No reason to have full coverage on this heap of junk. Oh wait, there is one reason for full coverage….theft. So no insurance claim can be made. The police response? Don’t park your car in Ohio City. Really? What about all the people living there? Why can’t the police do a better job of either preventing thefts or catching the evil people who commit these crimes?
So, my day has been consumed with looking for something I can afford. She has no money. And now no transportation to the grocery store, Soren’s preschool, her studio to work. Oh, and on top of that, she had a garment rack and a few of her couture collection still in it from her show. Fortunately, the most expensive gown was not in there.
I’m not generally a vindictive person, but if I could get my hands on these criminals, I would show them a new kind of revenge.
Sorry, today’s post is not very upbeat. I’ve spent my day trying to figure out what we can do. Mama’s tapped out. But I can’t not help somehow. I may need to take a second job. I’m just really weary. Sad. Furious. Frustrated. And a lot of other things I can’t verbalize right now.