An Almost Horrible Day

I've been keeping myself busy lately. Reading a lot. I've also taken up walking/jogging. My goal for now is 1 mile, 3 times a week. . .(Who knew, right?) I hate exercising. I always say I don't have time, but I know I need to make time. Plus, during the one and a half months I was on strict bedrest, I made a promise that one day when I would be able to get up and walk around again, I'd take up jogging. We take many things for granted. . .

Today my car got broken into at the parking lot at work. (Well I'm still not sure about the "broken into" part because there was no damage to the door or window or anything. It looks like they simply opened the door even though I'm positive I locked them.)

All they took was the radio. All the "junk" (as Mig calls it) that I keep in my car was still there, like my sweaters, a couple of the kid's jackets, some of my books and magazines, the kid's artwork from school, and Michael's car seat. Everything was there except the radio, and since they pulled it out, I discovered later that my blinkers aren't working now either.

I filed a police report just to have it documented.  The police department sent Deputy Dewey over to dust for fingerprints, but since my car was a bit dusty on the outside, there weren't any substantial prints.

The funny thing is though that I wasn't even really upset. I started to get upset, then contemplated whether or not I wanted to waste my energy getting mad over something I couldn't control or change.

When I called Mig to tell him, he said not to worry about it. It was ok. It's just a radio. He's absolutely right.

It was just a radio. A thing.   Things can be replaced.  Things don't really matter.  People do.  And as long as everyone I love is ok, then it's fine. 

I can live without a radio in my car . . .