Saturday, August 14, 2010
Saturday the 14th has never turned out well for me.
You see, this is the date that my birthday falls on sometimes. When I was 16 I stopped celebrating my birthday. That was the year that I made dinner and cake. . .and my mother asked why I'd made a special dessert, she'd forgotten my birthday that year.
A few years later, my younger brother decided to surprise me and celebrate my birthday on a Saturday because everyone was going to be home. Of course, that was the day that my older brother finally decided to tell my parents he *was not* going to go back to college to continue his education. I still have nightmares about that night.
So my birthday and Saturdays don't go so well together.
This year was no exception.
I got a letter from my father today letting me know that his home had been broken into back on June 30th. The only two items stolen were the rings that he still held that were Mom's. He wanted them for two reasons. One, because of the memories and secondly because he couldn't decide how to divide two rings among his three children.
The thieves took that choice from him by breaking into the locked house, into a locked filing cabnet *and* a locked safe box in the cabnet to get the rings. Thankfully that is all that was taken. Also, thankfully, while this group seems to be well coordinated, they are also relatively kind. My father was home.
One of the thieves distracted him outside in the back yard while the ohers broke in through a small window in the front of the locked house. Dad says they only went through two rooms of the house, his and the office, then let themselves out the front door. They've got a smooth operation going here, and have hit several other families in the rural Michiana area.
The insurance money has now been divided among the children.