>It could of turned out badly…

>After a week now of having a shattered glasstop, we have a new range!

The new one is beautiful and shiny! We can cook things in a skillet again instead of on the grill outside! But getting it delivered could of turned out horribly wrong.

My wonderful father in law brought it to our house for us yesterday while we were both at work. It was very unexpected, and I am grateful for the effort it took. Having to stare at the remains of what was once the centerpiece of the kitchen was depressing. When he arrived at our humble residence thou, he realized the key he assumed was to our front door, was not in fact the key to our front door. I’m not sure what transpired between this thought and the next, but apparently he checked all the windows. Finding our daughter’s window unlocked (something I will make sure never happens again), he preceeded to open it and climb inside.

This was mid day, perhaps afternoon. We don’t have a lot of neighbors (foreclosures popping up to the left and right of us), but the ones we do have we talk to, our children play together, friendly greetings all around. Were they all gone at that time? Perhaps.

No one found it suspicious that a man was climbing through the window in front of the house, in open view to everyone in our neighborhood, and from there opening to door to the garage. With a moving truck in the drive way. Granted, he was putting things inside the garage instead of wiping us out, but a part of me is alarmed at how easy it could of been for a complete stranger to violate the sanctity of our home. Since our dog passed away a few weeks ago, the feelings of security haven’t been the same.

I don’t believe there would of been trouble if someone had reported the suspicious activity as my father in law had every right to be there. At the same time, I would of felt better knowing that our home is safe when we are away.

A few more months, and we’ll be able to get a new puppy, and with it, peace of mind.


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