Coward

i wish that my first non-Hannah related blog entry in a while wasn't on such a negative topic, but i thought i'd fill you in on the events of the past week.

on tuesday, somebody broke into my mom's house and took some cash. she reported it to the police, but regardless of what they're able to do about it, there's really nothing that can help with the feelings of vulnerability and violation that somebody being in her house create. the good news, i told her, is that whoever did it got what they wanted and wouldn't be back.

wrong. on friday, she got home from work and found that her house had been cleaned out of TVs, stereos, her computer and printer, digital camera, a few bottles of cheap wine (what the fuck?) and a couple other things. she was, of course, hysterical. ginny and joe and jim went over there, and were there with the cops when we showed up friday evening. it looked like somebody had come in through the back, opened the garage, backed in a car, and loaded it up.

i guess i was in "we will protect this house" mode when we went over to spend friday night with her. i had visions of going door to door in the neighborhood and getting in peoples' faces, because really, how could nobody have seen a car backing into the garage in the middle of the day? but obviously, the best thing we could do was just to be there for mom, and help her through it ... stay with her overnight so she could try to sleep.

we spent all day saturday doing what we could to make the house more secure. not that anything short of armed sentries could really keep someone out, but what else are we going to do?

i guess i'm not really angry anymore, though. i really think i just feel sorry for whoever is in such a spot in their life that they need to steal a couple hundred dollars worth of crap from an old lady (sorry, mom, the "old lady" is really just for effect). what drug has a hold of you that you'd need to drop to this level? how diminished is your manhood that you would sneak around like a bitch in somebody else's house to get a few bucks rather than earn something for yourself?

so, in summary: come over to my house next time, you little coward. i have a surprise for you. that is, if my attack pug doesn't get to you first.