Yesterday we stole the kids away from school. The day was too beautiful to be cooped up in a classroom. We made our way to a park near downtown Durham. It has a HUGE slide. I slipped my camera into my purse to snap some shots. But I ended up leaving my purse (that cute velvet ruffle one from Darlybird) in the car. I forgot to lock it--the car--before handing the keys off to Dr. Gooch.
Also stolen (besides the kids from school): the GPS, my purse with wallet and checkbook...and camera!
What a drag. A huge drag. I've spent the last few days mostly worrying but also canceling cards, putting fraud alerts out to Equifax, reapplying for license, and changing account numbers. What a drag.
The kids were most concerned that I wouldn't be able to find my way to their schools, or art class, or the Melessa's house! I assured them I had memorized those routes and that we'd probably survive without Mr. GPS.
But that wallet? I've had that wallet since high school--almost 20 years! So plain. Brown leather single fold. Simple. It has been with me through it all, travel abroad, blind dates, college, marriage, four births, several moves, and now this. I don't even know how to buy a wallet anymore. How could I ever replace such a faithful companion?
Perhaps the saddest of all is the loss of my camera. Will we survive here at My Angle without photographic illustration of the rubble of my life? At least I had my phone. I'd be truly lost without my phone.