Burgled

Burgled?  Thefted?  Larcenied?  Violated?

I’m not certain what term to use when I find my car window smashed and the contents of the glove box and console rifled and strewn about the car.

But that is exactly what happened to me this morning.

I glance at the car every morning to be certain it’s still there.  This morning, as I sat reading the New York Times on the front porch, sipping my coffee, I noticed that the car window appeared to be broken.

It was.

So the police have come and gone.  I’m waiting for an evidence technician right now.  I’ve called the insurance company, the bank to stop the checks that were taken, and the car rental place.  Enterprise doesn’t deliver any longer – this I now know.

My frustration this morning, and my slight feeling of violation, is compounded a bit by the fact that I have an out-of-town consultant staying my home this weekend as the Gateway Men’s Chorus undertakes a long-term check-up.  I’m missing the morning session with her as I deal with this little matter.

This could be worse, though.  The car could have been stolen.  The house could have been burgled.  My dog could have been dog-jacked.    As it is now, nothing of value, save for a few blank checks, was in the car.  The window is replaceable, although I hadn’t budgeted this summer for a $500 deductible.

The garage is so inconvenient that I don’t use the garage much.  I’m going to now.

God of all things, thank you for this little bump that increases my faith.

4 thoughts on “Burgled

  1. Jeff,

    Sorry to hear your news. Our cars were broken into one night in our nice safe feeling neighborhood one night when I left the garage open. What’s worse – the house was unlocked. The sense of violation goes away eventually, of course, but it certainly does remind you that there are people in the world that think nothing of taking what is yours.

    Hope you have a great semester – still enjoying your blog.

  2. That royally sucks. I still remember when I was student teaching in Olathe and got a call from my brother. Dane wanted to know if I had moved his car. I, being in the middle of a lesson, was quite annoyed and was rather short with him. He told me that his car was gone. Later that week we took him out for a “My car got stolen, so buy me a beer” night. I printed up coupons for him. Imagine if you had been dog-jacked, horrible to contemplate.

  3. I’m sorry to hear of this, but glad of your outlook on life. There are rumblings like these here as well.

  4. I am so sorry to hear your car has been burglarized. It is a shame that your personal life has been violated. At least the dog was not involved or hurt at any point.

    I really enjoy reading your blog when you post new items. I look forward to meeting you at the upcoming Gateway Men’s Chorus event.

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