Stop Thief!

It started as an uneventful Saturday night. Satisfied by my smelt fry, I settled in on the corner of the couch with John Bon Jovi and my evening glass of wine. I prepared to spend the night writing when Nikki called to alert me to a moon phenomena. PawPaws and I wondered out to the golf with camera in hand. The moon was indeed spectacular, resembling a harvest moon, but in the summertime. I spent an hour photographing it as well as Venus and Saturn who are putting on their own show on the other side of the horizon.
(The Saturn and Venus show peaks July 1st (tonight) in your western sky. These two worlds are in conjunction tonight, separated by less than 1 degree on the sky’s dome. A view worth witnessing.) No wonder I am an emotional basket case this weekend. Lunar lunacy is tugging at me. I don't give credence to Phil's theory, but it has been a fucked up weekend.

I took my leave from lucidity and went to bed early. Sometime in the night, 12:34 to be exact, I was jolted from my sleep by a noise. I thought it must be a coyotte that woke me. I rolled over to check the clock. The clock is black and I can't see the time. I drag my feet to the floor, the ceiling fan is not on and it's hot in here. I touch the switch, but it's already in the on position. My groggy brain thinks I am still asleep, as nothing is working in the house. I amble to the bathroom and flip on the light. There is no light. I am registering that I have no electricity. I am waking up to the fact that something is not right. My first thoughts are of devistation, alone and vulnerable I have to face another situation. My minds grabs and grasps at what this might be. Is there a blackout? Did I pay the bill? I go outside my bedroom door and the entire neighborhood is well lit. It's just me. I shake my head to gather clarity and walk out the front door to check my breakers. The breaker box is wide open and has been tampered with. My electricity has been deliberatly turned off by someone. My heart hammers in my chest and I am out in the open. I can't see the levers and don't know them well enough to flip anything, so I get myself back in the house and lock my door. It's dark. I am terrified and I don't know if anyone is in the house with me. I scramble to call 911, but my house phone runs on electricity and is dead. My cell phone is dead, I did not charge it. It's so damn dark in here. I am always prepared but cannot remember where a flashlight is. My heart is coming thru my chest now. I feel like a character in one of those babysitter movies. I am a sitting duck. I remembered a red emergency light in the big bathroom cupboard and I locate it. So I have a beam of light, but I am trapped. My only option is to go out to the box and flip on the breaker. I had no choice, so I hurried out, did it and hurried back in. Called 911. I now have to check out the house. Am I alone? Or do I have an inturder. I need to get my gun. I find it, with it's security lock! And where is the key??? I locate key and bullets and load the thing and go from room to room. I think everything is OK and my hammering heart begins to subside. My sweet policeman shows up and sweeps the house, checks my doors and security and locks up my utility box. He stayed for 2 hours out front. My terror touched him. He informed me that I was the 5th house tonight that had been victimized. He reassured me that he would be in the neighborhood all night. All they stole was my night and my confidance.

I need a vacation.