Stolen

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I don't want to think anyone in the building I live in is a thief, and I definitely don't want to believe my friend down the hall is one. I'm a trusting person. In the three years, I've lived here, I haven't had any trouble with any of my neighbors. Yet, in the past couple of months, I've found things missing. Little things, seemingly unimportant things. Yet to me they were important. I might not have had a great relationship with my parents, but one thing I wanted from their collection of stuff was a teapot shaped tea bag holder with a cute face on it that said, I hold the bag. I went to have tea one day and went to reach for it and it wasn't there, and I've since searched the entire apartment for it. It's gone. During the day, I tend to leave my door open so I don't need to get up from this chair to answer the door if my friend down the hall comes over, which she does often. Today, when I went to do laundry, I went to Aldi for a few items for tomorrow's church picnic. I forgot to buy bananas. I had a gift card in my wallet with a couple of dollars remaining on it. When I opened my wallet to retrieve it, it's missing. Not only is my Target gift card missing, so is my fuel rewards card, and my Sam's card. The one side of my wallet looks deserted. The thief did leave my PayPal and debit cards. My insurance card, license, and car registration are also in my wallet, untouched, praise God. I know I have a tendency to throw my cards after using them into the bottom of my bag. I looked there. I took everything out, put the new insurance card in my wallet and straightened out all my business cards and put them back in their pocket in my bag. None of the missing cards were in the bag. I'm stunned. Shocked. In my 66 years, no one has stolen anything from my wallet before. I opened up the other e-mail address I don't use often to see if the rewards card had been used recently. It hadn't. The last receipt was from when I used it last earlier this month. Right now, I'm too stunned to be angry. That will come later. In other news, my son is going to talk to someone he works with who is a paralegal so I can find out about the contract I have with my publisher. He didn't try to talk me out of canceling the contract, which is good. I told him how long I've had it and what the terms were. Yesterday, I started working on the Thread of Evidence again. I'm hoping to publish it by the end of September. I'm going to wait and see what my son's friend says about the contract. Now, it's time to put the clothes away, and the few groceries, and interact with you. Thank you for reading.