Yeah, I know… A week ago I said I’d be better about blogging, and well, it seems I haven’t been. Sorry. I am trying. There’s just so much going on, so little time… I need the lawn boy back, though with the new self-propelled mower, he’s going to be getting off easy.
So, the weirdest thing happened this morning. I go out to my car to put the travel mug of coffee and laptop in the passenger seat, like I always do before doing a final run through the house to ensure I haven’t forgotten something I’ll need at work, especially when it’s a “Trumbull Day” versus a “Clinton Day.” Trumbull means that I can’t run home if I forgot anything, Clinton, being two to three miles away, I can. I open the passenger door, put the laptop in and pop the cup holder out, and see that all the “stuff” in the drivers side door compartment is on the seat. Weird. I didn’t do that last night when I got home. I go around and see that there are also two cheez-its on the floor mat. I don’t have any cheez-its in the house. They couldn’t have been from before, as they weren’t stale, still nice and crunchy.
I have NO IDEA who was in my car this morning! Nothing was really out of place that I noticed, but the stuff – maps and sunglasses – from the door compartment. I had been outside until about 7:30, and then was in the living room, where I can see the car. No one touched it last night. It could be three different neighbors’ kids I suppose. Though what they were doing up and around that early in the morning, I have no idea. I’ll see if I can find out. If it was this one kid, then it’s a bit concerning that he got that far from his house without a parent knowing. He’s a Downs kid, or something like that, but an absolute sweetheart. If it was him, it could have been a thank you for the box I gave him on Saturday. I should thank him for the snack too :)
So, now I’m not sure if I should lock the car at night. I’ve never locked it, unless I didn’t get to unload everything and there was something sort of expensive in it. I live on a very quiet street. People don’t lock their houses. I love that. I never worry too much about falling asleep with the doors WIDE open. I don’t worry about taking a quick trip to the library or grocery store and leaving the house unlocked. it’s a good street.
Yesterday’s Inquisition (which isn’t complete, but it was a busy work day):