Leave a CommentShare: |
Subscribe
Morning view from the new farmhouse porch…..
So last Friday morning I got up early and drove out to the farm to take some new pics to post here. I got there around 8 and unlocked the gate. No construction people were there yet. I hardly ever end up out there alone, so I sat down on the porch for a moment to breathe in the view. I heard gravel crunching on the driveway below just as I thought I’d leave, so I waited, not wanting to cause a traffic jam on the drive. I figured the builder had arrived for the day. But no one ever came up the hill. I waited a little longer, heard more gravel crunching, still no one coming up the hill. Hmm. I must have hallucinated.
I decided to leave and when I tried to re-lock the padlock on the gate, I couldn’t get the lock to go in. After struggling with it for several minutes, I gave up, went straight home and called the builder because I know he leaves tools up there, etc, and I felt bad for being such a moron that I couldn’t lock the gate.
Yesterday, I was up at the house taking this picture and he said to me, “Know why you couldn’t lock the gate the other day?” I said, “Because I’m a moron?” He said, “Somebody jammed wood chips up into the lock.”
:eek:
Guess what I heard last Friday morning? That gravel-crunching on the drive wasn’t my imagination, and now I know why no one ever came on up the hill. Someone must have thought the builder had arrived for the day and they jammed the lock, thinking no one would be attempting to lock it again until nightfall….when the time it took the builder to dig out and oil the lock on Friday morning after I notified him so it would work again wouldn’t be so feasible. Someone wanted the gate left unlocked overnight so they could….drive up there and steal a truckload of materials and who knows what else.
And I was sitting up there on the porch alone, only at the house for a few minutes, while they were down there jamming the lock. If I had left when I intended to, I would have come upon them down at the gate.
Dear Santa, I want a shotgun and a couple big dogs……
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on November 14, 2007
8:58
am
9:18
am
I think the burglar was as surprised to see me as I was scared of him. He asked if “Joe” was there. No Joe, don’t know Joe.
Burglar said he was supposed to meet Joe.
I quietly hit the emergency 911 button on the phone.
Told him I was checking if anyone knew Joe.
Told 911 someone was in my house looking for Joe.
Operator could tell by my voice something was WRONG! and immediately rolled police.
Burglar figured out what was going on and left.
He got away.
Neighbor down the street had seen him lurking by his house and scared him away.
To my house.
Where my 14-yearold deaf dog slept through the whole thing.
9:25
am
9:26
am
10:09
am
The house looks great, by the way!
10:42
am
Becki, I’m glad you weren’t injured in any way. I think I’d have screamed myself hoarse.
Perhaps both of you ought to consider security systems?
Please stay safe, everyone.
-Kim
10:53
am
11:32
am
Leanne :purr: :purr: :purr:
1:21
pm
1:21
pm
1:31
pm
I vote for a stun gun, instead.
1:41
pm
3:27
pm
5:52
pm
6:50
pm
10:01
pm
9:56
am
8:40
pm
8:08
pm
But as someone from that area, I will say that stealing is pretty much a way of life. Hate to generalize, but facts are facts. I do not like being robbed or burgled, and it happens too often in the hills.