Everyone is concerned about me. They are nagging me to change my lifestyle. They tell me I shouldn’t be living alone in this big house. They are right. I guess that is what is irritating me. I would scale back if I could get rid of some of the stuff (like furniture) that is hanging around my neck like a millstone.
This has all come to a head because my home has been violated (again), while I was spending three happy weeks in Hawaii with my grandnephew. I was able to relax and unwind. That is until a few days before my return.
My grandnephew was throwing a Thanksgiving party for his Air Force friends. It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I got a telephone call from my neighbor Gwen asking if I had given anyone permission to enter my home. I said, “No.”
She said that I had been robbed. She called police and good neighbor Fred changed the locks on the front door. Three thousand miles away, there was nothing I could do so I had another piece of deep-fried turkey and a piece of chocolate bourbon pecan pie. I tried to get the burglary off my mind – with some success.
The obvious stuff that they had taken had no sentimental value; it was just stuff. My insurance policy has a $500 deductible, so my loss was pretty much limited. Just stuff. Except for getting updates from neighbor-turned-detective Gwen, I was able to spend my last four days in Hawaii on a fast track. I saw and did more in those four days than in the entire three weeks before. I’ll tell you about my Hawaii experiences later.
The experiences when I got home were quite different matters. After spending more than three weeks in temperatures that varied from a low of 75 to a high of 85, when my flight landed in Oakland, the temperature was 38 degrees. Instead of the Hawaii dress of shorts and T-shirt, I had worn a long sleeve shirt and a light jacket, but it really wasn’t enough.
I was glad to be able to turn the thermostat up and hear the furnace roar. By the way, they don’t have furnaces in Hawaii, just air conditioning. My house was littered with matter that had been dumped on the floor as the burglars looked for things to take. They didn’t take my computer, but did take my 32-inch TV monitor. It left me without the ability to write columns or other thought pieces. The screen on my laptop is just too small; I can’t see what I have written. But Monday, good friend Bob Jarvis came to my rescue with a loaned monitor that is big enough for me to see what I am doing. It’s what I’m using right now.
I’m back in business.
Back in business, but still an old man living alone in a house too big to care for. I’m committed to casting off the material millstones and making a change to be more secure, and stop all of the loving nagging.
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