July 21, 2004

• Summer looters are back.

  The first year we were housesitting here, Doug slept at our old place
  across the highway, keeping an eye on things.  After our residence
  here became evidently permanent, we moved some of our more valued
  possessions over here and he quit camping out there.

  Every summer we’ve seen evidence of thieves:  a few things turning
  up missing.  This summer, it’s not only thieves but vandals and
  looters.  Someone has been in there and left an awful mess, even
  worse than the disheartening mess it already was.

  Yesterday evening, as I was thinking about going to bed because it had
  been a busy and tiring day (for me, the queen of chronic fatigue), Doug
  came in from walking the dog and said we should ride over and fill the
  car with anything else we value, before it all gets ruined or taken
  away.

  I found Christmas ornaments scattered on the ground, broken glassware,
  and many things I’d left carefully packed in crates apparently
  hurriedly gone through and left in disarray.  We loaded the
  car.  I had an asthma attack.  Doug hurt his back.  We
  both alternated among disgust / anger / dismay.  I used to worry
  how I’d ever clean up the mess that was there.  Now it seems truly hopeless.

  I still want to rewrite that lost blog from yesterday, about chronic
  fatigue.  I don’t know if I will do it today.  We only
  partially unpacked the car yesterday and I have to go back to town
  tomorrow to drive the rehab van.  My alternate driver has another
  commitment and I volunteered to take her turn.  That commitment,
  Doug’s injury, and my fatigued state cause the tasks ahead to loom
  threateningly, and that impairs my ability to sleep.  Thus the
  downward spiral continues.
  

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