|Norma Jean swimming laps|
This morning after our swim, Norma Jean realized that she couldn't find her wallet. She didn't worry too much, thinking it had been misplaced. It wasn't. She didn't lock her car last night after we returned from the movies, and it was stolen out of her console. Fortunately there was nothing else of any value except, of course, her credit cards and driver's license. When we realized that it was indeed gone, she called the security police in her retirement community and the police.
After the police arrived, other neighbors saw his squad car and came over to say that their unlocked cars had been burgled as well. Although it meant canceling her cards and spending part of the day getting a new driver's license, she had not left anything else of value inside. A nearby neighbor was not so lucky. He lost his camera, binoculars, CDs, and other stuff I can't remember right now. Everyone around here usually feels pretty safe from thieves, but no more. You can be sure that everyone around here will be locking their cars and homes after this.
We know about when it happened, because Peter's dog Zen kept going in and out the doggy door and whining around 3-3:30am, but Peter didn't think much about it. Norma Jean said that her dog also whined and woke her about that time. The dogs knew someone was out there who didn't belong.
It wasn't the way I expected to spend my last day in Florida. The kids and Allison will be here for dinner tonight, and I'm busy packing up and getting ready for my day of travel tomorrow. Other than a few wrinkles here and there, it's been a wonderful visit, if a bit on the scorcher side. This fragile wilted Pacific Northwestern senior won't be visiting in November again any time soon!