Oops: I accidentally posted this as happening in 1995; however, I was incorrect. These events happened in 1996.
After we returned from Thanksgiving, I went over to our storage unit and retrieved our Christmas decorations. I spent all day putting up the tree and other decorations, then the following day, sent D back to storage with the empty boxes. A few minutes later, he called me. Tammy, the storage unit manager, had noticed a different lock on our unit and was about to call us when she spotted D at the entrance and flagged him down.
D said we had NOT gotten a new lock and gave her permission to break it. When they opened our unit, they discovered it tossed. What had happened, Tammy said, was someone had apparently watched me open it, and after I'd left, broken our lock, took what they could immediately carry, taken inventory, then placed their lock on our unit to return for the rest later.
What they needed me to do was see what was missing. Among the missing items were:
-My tupperware demo kit;
-Our entire box of Christmas presents;
-My suit bag, containing my good suit and the two dresses I'd worn in both my friends' weddings.
I was floored and furious, since a prized picture collage was damaged.
I also felt extremely violated, and told D we needed to move out of the city asap.
We didn't have renter's insurance, so my mom took me downtown one day and helped me buy our Christmas gifts for that year.
Christmas Day, we drove down and spent Christmas with the in-laws.
Next Month: Making a decision
Presents are wrapped; plans for next week are set; tomorrow I have to both bake cookies AND go get a few last-minute gifts.
Tomorrow, I'm also making appetizers for dinner, since I have to sing at Midnight Mass, and have to be at church at 11pm. The good news: The weather is going to be in the 50s or even 60s for Christmas!!
If I didn't mention it, our organist fell down her stairs at her home and broke both her ankles. Fortunately, another parishoner stepped up to play the organ for us. The choir serenaded G when she was moved to rehab, and she was extremely touched by our gesture. So were the nurses and other patients when we walked around the floor singing carols!
No karaoke this weekend. Have a safe and merry Christmas!