mariness

I decided to take advantage of the weather and my decent mood by hanging out in downtown Winter Garden for a bit today, stopping by the used bookstore, where I learned that business is going well enough that she is thinking of moving to a larger location, which is joyful news, the pizza place (because I've been craving pizza) and the coffee place, where in response for some (requested) writing advice a person gave me a long and cheery lecture on how to handle clinical depression. My response may have a) been overly personal and b) a bit too loud, based on the response of the cute geeky guy nearby, but I am trying to tell myself that he was annoyed at both of us. Which may be true. But grr for bad reactions from cute geeky guys.

I returned home to hear that the thief who broke into our back house a couple weekends ago has been caught. No trace of the guns, but the camera lenses were returned, and the police are working to track down the rest of the stuff he stole (not just from us.) You will all be shocked, I'm sure, to learn that this was not his first offense. I suspect I'll have more details later.

Feeling a bit dizzy from all this, so, later.

....ordinarily this would be the time where I would put up something amusing about Fringe. and The Greatest Show on Earth. But:

1) So far since Friday night we've had at least 9 inches of rain and counting; we need the rain, but not this much at once: the side yard is flooding and I have to watch the library/garage for leaks. (This also ended up cancelling my plans to attend the Winter Garden Music Fest this weekend -- I headed there Friday night and ended up getting stuck under the awning with the various people and the balloons for hours before inching myself back through the rain on my scooter, not to mention the "what happened to the trike? Were you hit my another truck?" asking for explanations in the rain, since I rarely use the scooter to go downtown.)

2) My brother's car broke down completely yesterday and he may need to replace it.

3) A friend's health just took a very bad turn for the worse and I feel like shit and absolutely helpless. I need a goddamn wand to eliminate cancer.

4) And to cap everything our small house in the back was just robbed, and, which makes me even more pissed off, totally trashed. It's bad enough that you stole our stuff, but did you have to trash the place?

We're still trying to figure out exactly what they got. I'm furious at myself -- I meant to go back and organize stuff back there and just haven't gotten around to it, but we are certain that they took my brother's guns, power tools and a few other things, including some of my junk jewelry that really wasn't worth stealing. Otherwise, we're fine - and nothing from the main house, where we keep most of the valuable stuff, was taken.

So I think we can safely describe this as a bad weekend.