Am Annoyed and Story Updates

[amberfocus]

If you're waiting up for me to post Nine!fic tonight, go to sleep.  It ain't happening.  Tomorrow there will be something, but not tonight.  I am having a bit of a crappy day today.  Mostly because somebody cut the paint on our new car.   We haven't even had it a month yet.  There is a perfectly straight line across the hood and down one side to the tire.  I mean the line is perfectly straight, this wasn't a random keying thing, this was a very deliberate and precise act.  Like box cutter and a ruler precise or garot wire with two people standing on either side of the car and just bringing it down and slicing through the paint.  It's too perfect.  You can't really see it unless you're standing right there, but I know it wasn't there this morning when I took the kids to school this morning and it was there when I went out to pick them up from school, which means it happened between 9:00 a.m. and 3:30 p.m., when I was home.  In my driveway.  I'm thinking it probably happened after 2:30 when the junior/senior high school bus came, but before I left.

I can't fathom adults doing something like that in broad daylight.  At night when they're unlikely to be caught, yeah.  That's why I'm thinking kids.  It just makes me sad and annoyed.  I'm 38 years old, this is the first time in our lives that we've bought a brand new car instead of a used one, and 3 and a half weeks later someone decides to hurt it.  What is up with people like that?  I've never had anyone touch one of ours cars in the ten years we've lived here.  I've only had one property crime the entire time we've lived here when someone stole hanging ball Christmas lights out of one of our apple trees a couple years ago when the county paper published our address on a list of houses to see for lights.  It's not like anyone out here holds a grudge against us, we're quiet, keep the yard neat and clean, don't bug our neighbors but are pleasant with them all and are homebodies.  Another reason why I'm thinking kids.  Which really bothers me because I know most of the kids out here by sight, some by name, most wave hello and chat a bit, and I hate thinking it's someone from around here.  They're mostly good kids.  I tried calling DH up at work but he's not answering his phone.  So he'll have a lovely message in his voice mail.

I'll report it to the sheriff tomorrow when I drop the kids off at school.  The station is across the street in the firehall.  There's nothing they can do about it, but they like to keep track of property crimes and if there's a trend starting they'll send a car around more frequently.  Just really kind of bummed and not much in the mood to write, so taking the day off from it.  I did tweak and update a bit and posted two chapters of A Place in Time though.  And of course, the banners.

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[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you. If they'd been that malicious with my car, I think I'd be going door to door hunting them down. Love your icon, by the way. Perfect for this conversation.

[nina-ds.livejournal.com]

I had an incredibly vivid dream of catching the kid (the police knew who he was, they just couldn't catch him at it - he was 14) and slamming his head against my brick garden wall. It was really disturbing...in part because it was so cathartic. I abhor violence, and that's what he brought me to. Very upsetting.

This is one of my favourite icons, and I never have found out who made it, but no one has ever come forward to claim it, either. It's just too good not to use. I like your spirograph stars, too!