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I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

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Suck

Statistically, crime in our area (older neighborhoods close to downtown) increases during the summer. I don't know why this is, but it does seem to be true. Last week someone tagged a neighbor's car with a delightful stencil depicting a murder, and last night, someone looted our cars. My only satisfaction is that I know they didn't get much, because there is never anything of value in my car--my tire pressure gauge and winter gloves were still there (yes, I actually keep gloves in the glovebox)--but they did take the MO's cd case. Other than that there was nothing of interest in his car either. I guess the golf clubs were too heavy. But that's not really the point. Some creep thoroughly ransacked both our vehicles while we were sound asleep. That is creepy. The MO wasn't even supposed to be home last night. He was supposed to be on a business trip, but the weather is such mess that he never got out of the airport, despite spending over eight hours there yesterday evening. So it could have happened while I was home alone, which is even creepier. Someone tell me again why mantraps are illegal?

Update: I went to the storefront after work to report the night's incident. It's basically a closet with a counter. There was one policeman standing at the counter working on a laptop. He was nice, and memorable mainly for his incredibly deep voice, but ultimately not too helpful.

He: "How can I help you, ma'am?"
Me: "Our cars were burgled last night and I just wanted to report it."
He (sighs): "Well, I'm already working on four reports and I'm way behind. It would be three or four hours before I could get to you."
Me (noticing there is not even a chair in this room): "Oh. Well, is there a form I can take home to fill out and then bring it back tomorrow?"
He: "No. I have to do it."
Me: "Oh. When would be a good time to come back?"
He (surprised): "Uh, you want to come back? Like tonight or something?"
Me: "I don't know, when is a good non-busy time? In the morning, maybe?"
He: "No. You could come back tomorrow around 3:00."
Me: "Okay, you're usually not too busy then?"
He: "No, but I'll be here then and I can do your paperwork."

So what's magic about tomorrow at 3:00? The place opens at 6 am, you'd think maybe they wouldn't be too busy then (not that I'm going to get up that early, but hey). I don't get it, but I guess I'll try again after work tomorrow. He was definitely surprised that I said I'd come back. What gives, do people usually not report these things?

Update 2: I went back after work again today (Tuesday) and the same guy was there. He really was surprised that I came back. Anyhow, he took down all the information and gave me a little receipt with a case number, so I guess we're now officially a statistic in the "Burglary of a Motor Vehicle" column. He seemed kind of sad about the whole thing, and as I left, he said, "You all look out for each other, okay?" I assured him that we would.

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