Sunday, evening- almost early Monday morning. I am laying in bed waiting to fall asleep. It's never a thing I've done easily and in winter, the house creaks and passing cars sound more menacing. As I am nearly asleep, I hear "sounds." They could mean my husband, who sleeps in a basement bedroom for medical reasons, is moving around. Now wide awake, I go to the window and peek through the blinds.
There he is bending over into my husband's little truck, busily shuffling things around. I stare. Was Gary outside packing ice fishing gear at nearly midnight? Then I realize, the man wearing a toque and parka, old track pants and sneakers is looking for something to steal in our truck. You never know how you will act in an emergency. I can see him clearly in the glare of the dome light. I could wait and he might show his face. I could grab my phone and photograph the culprit in mid-crime. What do I do? I rap on the window and he starts with guilt, turning quickly and well, disappearing like a thief in the night.
Bah, humbug.The coloured bulb at the right is like the two floodlights that were stolen from our front yard. My husband "designed" and "executed" the rough wooden stands that directed the red and green light onto our mountain ash and fir trees. This means the value of the decorations taken is somewhere between $36 and $50, if you bought the bulbs from Canadian Tire or Amazon. What are the thieves going to do with them? Put them up in their own yard? It is just annoying. It hasn't spoiled our Christmas and there are a lot more serious issues but why would anyone steal a couple of floodlights in home-made stands? Gary has English ancestry and I guess that's what made him try the Sherlock Holmes route. He examined the footprints (sneakers without a lot of tread) and the tire tracks on the street, Hankook tires in similar condition. Because we're retired, he more than me, is pretty astute (you could say nosy) about the coming and going of our neighbours. He thought he knew which truck had spun out as the thieves made off with our lights. That evening around 8:30, he did further the investigation by walking down to check out the truck that he thought might belong to the culprits. He was going to look in the truck box for the lights and reclaim them. Alas, the truck had disappeared into the night and we will never know who needed floodlights (red and green) so desperately that they stole them from our front yard. Merry Christmas, thieves.
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.