Why is it so hard to steal a Volvo? Would-be Volvo Thieves attempted to steal my Volvo for a second time. This time there was not as much damage, but still more than I can afford currently with State Taxes due the 15th, quarterly house insurance due the 12th, and the usual house payment and all the utilities . . . and I just shucked out $2,600 (which took forever to save up) for a repair to a portion of the roof. (The day after I mailed that check, the roof decided to sprout a new big leak on the total opposite end.)
Do these inept would-be thieves think that people in this poor neighborhood can actually afford to fix up their cars when they come along and tear them up? I mean, gee, if you're gonna tear up my car, you could at least be good enough at it to actually take the thing. Make it worth your while . . . it certainly isn't worth my while.
The ignition switch will have to be replaced again. The driver side window will have to be replaced again. (Thank God, they left the windshield alone this time!) The heater switch is messed up again, and who knows about the wiring. It was so messed up last time . . . I don't know yet about what might have been done to the wiring this time.
The police did not come this time. They just took a report over the phone and the officer informed me that I was the second one to call from my neighborhood this afternoon. The other was a block over from me. He said they had torn up her ignition as well.
At first the officer I spoke to couldn't understand why they would break into my car if I didn't have anything of value in it . . . there wasn't even a radio . . . the gaping hole where the radio used to be is still visible (from the last time the car was stolen). But, when he realized that they had actually torn up the ignition, he realized it was the car they wanted. Hello, a VOLVO. Yes, it is an old one, but they probably want it for parts. What else would they want it for?
So, I had the pleasure of cleaning up all the glass. I managed to put my knee through the threading of the front seat cover while I was vacuuming . . . collateral damage?? The threads must be sun and age rotted. Great. Now that will turn into a huge hole.
I am so discouraged by anything to do with this house, this neighborhood, and this town. I SO want to go home. But, home doesn't seem like home anymore, I've been gone so long. I got a nice big lecture from C about how I should sell the house and go back to P-town. She is so afraid that something horrible is going to happen to me or MK here. There has been so much trouble in this neighborhood.
On a lighter note, I have completed my computer class and have to focus heavily on my other two classes in order to complete them in time. It is getting close to the end of the semester. Our distance semesters are different than traditional college semesters. Other college students will be home before my semester ends. I have until June 19, but it will be here before I know it. I'm always rushing to finish up in the last weeks.
Anyway, I'm off to lick my wounds. I've already way, way, way overeaten this evening. It's a good thing I don't like alcohol. I would probably try to cry tears in my beer or something. I am going to vegetate in front of the tv for some mindless tv. Then, back to work.
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