There's a hole of Sadness Where Beautiful Music Once Originated.

Alright so some bandits broke into my truck last night and jacked my CD player. Bummer, right? Well, first I thought I brought it upon myself by leaving my passenger side door unlocked so I was kicking my own tail for that one. BUT then, upon closer inspection, I found that the piece of trim (?) that runs under the passenger side window is totally loose and practically falling off, whereas the one the driver's side is not, proof that this crook jammed some sort of carjacking tool into the inner workings of my locking mechanism. I've gotta hand it to these thieves-they knew what they were doing. Big sigh of relief that I didn't leave my door unlocked, though it does still suck that criminals are now in possession of the one thing that keeps me sane during the hour it takes me to get to work three days a week. And right in front of my nose! I was sleeping literally 20 feet away from my truck when it happened and I never even had a chance.
Funny thing is, I started to develop a little touch of appreciation, if not a bit of love, even, for this thief. You see, he, or they, whichever it was I cannot be sure, but the party responsible for this crime was so considerate to my truck as they ripped me off. Not a bit of damage was done to my precious travel companion. They even perfectly replaced the molding around the sad, empty hole when they were done, they opened my glove compartment, cleaned my CDs out, and then closed it back. I was seriously looking for an apology note taped to the dash-you know, something along the lines of, "I'm sorry it had to be this way, really, I am" or "Terribly sorry. Good luck finding another one." Sadly, my crooks weren't that friendly. I kind of wanted to meet them and say, "Hey, I know you just screwed me and all, but thanks for not fucking up my truck." But then I thought of one thing they took that I am actually pretty upset about: My watermelon. I am so PISSED that they took my watermelon. Still kind of funny though. I can picture them going through my truck looking for goodies and they lift up the seat and there lies a beautiful farm fresh organic watermelon. The one who found it says to the other, "hey, check it! A watermelon!" High fives are exchanged, smiles cracked, dramatically cheerful music plays in the background (maybe even coming from the CD player they're stealing from me). On second thought I don't really mind that they took it. That image is just too funny to me. Worth more than the watermelon, I believe.

Another questionable snatch: my time sheet for my odd jobs. I really don't get this one. Maybe they wanted to screw me some more?? But they were so nice about putting everything back the way it was. I'm stumped on this one.

Ah, petty theft. I think what bothers me the most about it is the fact there were strangers in my truck, possibly dirty, drugged out people who are sketchy and creepy. Suddenly my truck seems unclean and violated. But oh well. It could've been much worse.

In other news, I return from Five Waters Ranch in good spirits and refreshingly recharged from three days in the mountains, fishing and stuccoing, and being sick and laying by the fire and drinking warm cider that I pressed myself on the farm. I leave you with some photos of my weekend.

love

Jess

The Hole of Sadness