Cinco de Mayo is quite moody, weatherwise. Sprinkles, some thunder, clouds, sun then back again. I cheered myself up last night reading David Sedaris' new book of essays. He's amazing. One minute I'm laughing so hard I can't stop, the next he's pierced me to the heart with sadness, and in between is so much recognition about myself and the goofy, screwed up state of the human race. He's a genius. His honesty gets the rest of us admitting feelings and prejudices and petty cruelties we'd never own without his fearless leadership. It is a brighter, more wonderful world with him in it.
Last night someone tried to break into our garage again, only the metal plate kept the person from getting the door open. It's disconcerting. We didn't hear a thing. My husband talked to a policeman this morning, who spent half an hour scaring him about the crime rate and needing motion detectors, a steel door, a gatling gun and armor plating. What happened to reassuring? And what were they after? Were they trying to steal a car? Did they want two huge iguana cages or our son's electric train set? Perhaps the dried up cans of paint and a broken bureau and cedar chest? If they'd left the cars I would have been happy to help them load up the contents of the garage. I've been meaning to pay someone to haul it to the dump for ages. And while they were at it, they could have stolen the resin white table, four chairs and chaise lounge on the roof of the garage. It's indestructable, I'll vouch for that, and so ugly it could win a contest.
Well, I'm grateful they didn't try to get in our house, or damage the car parked next to the garage. This time they didn't try to steal the catalytic converter for the lithium or whatever metal it is they like. And inside the car was the new deck furniture for the cabin, but thank goodness for tinted windows. We were lucky.
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