It seems that we had a leak in both bathrooms at the same time and so called the plumber. The same plumber we always call, except that he had a new apprentice. The helper was a young man who seemed to know the work and made short work of the leak in the bathroom off of our bedroom. The other, more seasoned plumber also solved the problem in the other bathroom quickly and efficiently. DH was back and forth between the two making sure they had everything they needed and answering questions, so it is not like they were lacking for attention.
All seems nice and normal right? It was—right up to the moment, the next day, when I discovered that I was missing jewelry. My best jewelry except for what I was wearing which was my watch and engagement ring and wedding band. I’m light three diamond rings and I guess it would be more except the taking of them had to be accomplished in a VERY short time.
Well friends, they were just things and my hesitancy about even filing a police report was due to that fact that the main guy has a family and it is Christmas. Then DS#4 (the fireman) made me see that I was not doing him, his family or the company he works for a favor by not reporting his trainee! So we did. And then we started dealing with the questions, the detectives, the reports, more questions, and finally the insurance claim. I am so over it all that I just want to pretend it never happened. Nothing is worth the sick feeling I have from accusing another person of stealing from me!!!
I’m going to gather my pups into my lap and knit now. When this little black cloud that is following me around goes away I’ll be back. Until then I still believe that…
Life is good.