Yesterday I had a fantastic Saturday:
- Zumba in the morning
- Headed to Los Gatos to pick up our latest wine club offering at Flemming Jenkins with Ish. We stayed for a free tasting, just because.
- Lunch at Willow Street Pizza to have their amazing summer salad special – skirt steak with peaches and goat cheese on mixed greens with a balsamic vinaigrette. Yum!!!
- A quick trip to Benefit to buy some new lipsticks.
- A trip to Walmart to look for workout clothes – more about this on Bella on the Beach.
I was gone from 1:20pm to 6pm. I was so tired when I got home, but as soon as I drove into the driveway, I noticed that my back door was open. Not just unlocked, but OPEN!
At first I thought someone had broken in, so I quickly went through the duplex and saw that nothing was out of place. (Well nothing that I hadn’t left out of place to begin with).
Which means that I left for hours without locking my door!!! Stupid!!!!
I know exactly what happened, thinking back. I was running late to meet Ish and I was trying to put the windguard up in the back of the convertible so that I could have the top down on the freeway without ruining my hair. I couldn’t get the darn thing up (gotta read the manual) and I finally said, “F-it, I’m so late as it is, I need to go NOW.” I remember putting the windguard in my little pantry area, and I thought I closed the door, but I definitely don’t remember locking the deadbolt. One of the “tricks” with my back door is that it doesn’t close unless you really pull it. I must’ve thought that I did, but I obviously didn’t. When I looked at it, the bottom lock was “locked,” but that doesn’t really work unless the door is closed.
The thing is, I always lock my doors. Always. Always have. Growing up, we lived in a really affluent area of the city with a very small crime rate, but we always locked the doors as soon as we came in the house. Even in the middle of the day when we were all home. I continue that habit at my own house, and always have. Better safe than sorry.
Now what’s heart-warming about what happened yesterday is that even though my house was wide open and asking for someone to come in and steal the many valuable and expensive things I own, no one took a thing. I live in a neighborhood that has a ton of foot traffic, much of it by homeless types who look like they’ve just gotten out of some sort of halfway house. Some of them look crazy (literally), but they’re generally harmless. Still, I make sure to keep things locked up, because you never know. It was such a relief to know that no one came in and took anything. People respected the house.
I’ve always felt safe at home, and now I know that I truly am. That said, I still plan on locking the doors, just to be sure.
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