It started as a good day : the house was clean, supper almost ready (leftovers from yesterday), a whole sewing afternoon was ahead of me and I just had to go to the main post office, with some "packages of happiness" for Darlene, Gwen, and Margaret....
Why, oh why, did I stop at the shopping center, for some "bargains" announced in their publicity ?
I parked my car, and went inside. It didn't last long -maybe 20 minutes... I came back to the parking lot and... couldn't find the car. This didn't upset me at first, as I'm used to forget where I put it. So I began to walk through the alleys... NO CAR AT ALL . I ran to the shop information desk and said I "lost" my car, they called the security who checked again, and again with me.... no use. The only things I had to do were to call DH, and then go to the police station for all formalities....
I'm feeling sad and angry. This car was not new. It was a second hand small car, but nice, clean and handy. I loved it and, above all, it was MINE ! (no need to say it was well insured against everything, EXCEPT robbery...).
The police asked to give some details about the car contents and didn't quite understand why I was crying for my "packages", "stitcheries" and "quilts" (not to mention my big school bag, with all the books, CD's and slides I need for teaching). They didn't give us many illusions : in this part of the country, VW cars are appreciated and there are very clever and tooled "gangs" looking for them. "90% chances it's already on its way to Morocco !", they said... (Morocco, what do I care about Morocco , tell me ?) Gaetano kept saying he'd rather this than an accident, that this was only material damage, that we still have the big family car, etc.... I kept feeling miserable (and still am).
I think I'll have some difficulties in finding some gratitudes for today.
As to the Quote I use to mention in my posts, all I can say is :
Tomorrow is another day