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Yesterday was like the Grinch stole Christmas. After having a wonder Christmas with family and friends, I came home from my brother’s; I found I had an invasion of Ants in my kitchen. I poured hot water on the counter, wiped away as many as possible and put a spoon of cocoa out on the back porch and at the sides of the door where they were coming in. I had to stab them with my finger on the counters and wall a few more times. They were gone by this morning. Ants do not like chocolate.
I walked Danny Boy, had some dinner, talked to Ted’s mother, made some tea, and sat down to relax in front of the TV. CRASH!!
The window on my sun porch was broken. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know if someone was shooting a gun or trying to break in or threw a rock through the window or what. I ducked down on the floor, reached the phone and called 911. The woman asked me to identify what broke the window. I went over and saw what looked like an empty rum bottle on my radiator. Glass was everywhere. On the velvet chair, all through the knitted afghan, all over the floor about 10 feet into the room. Needless to say, it scared me to death.
The policeman came and I raised the miniblind. The bottle broke the storm window and three panes of the colonial window. He said it was criminal mischief but most likely wouldn’t find the person. He estimated about $80.00 of damage. Danny didn’t bark at the noise, he barked at the policeman. I wanted to pack up my stuff, put it in storage and get the heck out of here.
I cleaned up glass last night and this morning. My contractor came around to look at the damage and let me know what he needed. I took the storm window frame to South Jersey Glass and ordered 3 panes for the colonial window. It would take awhile so I came home, walked Danny and had some lunch. The glass company called around 2pm so I drove down and got the window and glass. Joe came around 4pm to do the glazing. It was tedious work but he finished just as it was getting dark. The frame from the storm window must be bent as when Joe put the window in, it fell down and out. Luckily, it didn’t brake. I saw where the frame was coming apart so I told Joe I would check it out tomorrow in the daylight. He and I both hope the hoodlums don’t come back and do it again.
Time to walk Danny and get some dinner.
News from the Vorlon Wife.