I’m feeling extremely blessed today.
You see, I was able to go grocery shopping – like go and get everything we need, including shower cleaner, all in one week. That almost never happens. We live in an economically depressed area and work has been worse than slow.
The truth is FringeMan and I have applied for every single job that has come open; however, we seem to be unhirable. Maybe it is because I make up words like unhirable, but I doubt it. A large vocabulary is not necessary to work at a gas station.
At any rate, we have work right now and I am thankful for the opportunity to buy everything from grapes to Scrubbing Bubbles. It is a blessing.
While we were away down south, someone broke into our garage and stole our chainsaw and some of FringeMan’s electrical stock. It is a bummer. We just bought the chainsaw last year, and since we heat mainly with wood, we use it often.
Crime is definitely on the rise in our area. Desperate times they say.
If it comes down to it, FringeMan will have to sleep on the porch with his shotgun. I’ll sleep on the couch with my phone and we’ll get those no-good thieving scumbags.
That may have been harsh.
Truth is I wish people would just ask for help instead of stealing. I would rather give someone money or food than have them take my things.
Once when my husband was pastoring a church in Maine, someone was messing with us. Nearly every night they would break into our car. They would not steal. That is what made it so personal and creepy. They would move the car seats from the back to the front, take everything out of the glove box, and leave the door open, but they would never take anything.
It made us crazy.
Then they crossed the line and went from simple psycho to evil villain. They slashed our tires. All four of them.
So we did what every good American, take the law into our own hands, kind of person would do. We booby trapped the car.
Sure enough, in the dark of the night, we awoke to the sound of clanking cans and bad words a plenty. By the time we flipped on the lights, ran downstairs, and out of the house, our villain had taken off.
The bad guy got away.
FringeMan vowed to sleep in the car, but it was over. The insanity ended that night with a few tin cans and a string of bad words.
So watch out world. We fight back!
Sunshine and swimming – it’s going to be a good day.
Hope you all enjoy your weekend.
What has your “Good”, “Bad”, and “Friday” been like?