Sunday, August 31, 2008

On the upswing again

All right darlings, thank you for your kind and affectionate remarks on yesterday's disasters...

I am happy to say that things are better. Or perhaps, as they used to say where I grew up, "Pas trop pire" -- "not too worse." (Very Canadian, that.)

Daughter Unit and Wonderful SIL drove back to my house and collected spare car keys and brought them to me at MH & U, and I went home, abandoning the Monteverdi concert because I was just so sad and disgusted, and also apprehensive that whoever had stolen the handbag would put driver's license and keys together and get into my house in my absence.

And I was thinking with much chagrin and reluctance that I was going to have to get both house and car "re-keyed," and probably do something about changing church locks...and get new cards for vehicle registration and vehicle insurance, as well as driver's licence

And then the sad broke out in a new place when I reflected that my handbag also contained my journal, AND the most excellent fountain pen that I bought in Rome at the Cartoleria behind the Pantheon (wail softly), AND my most excellent pocket knife that I bought at the Visitors' Centre at Agawa Bay...

So I was in full pity-party mode at home, when the phone rang...and it was Daughter Unit...two of the young ladies in the visiting choir had been attending to their pre-concert needs in the women's washroom when one asked the other, "What's the priest's name, in this church? Cuz I think I've just found her purse..."

And except for the wallet -- money, credit cards, and driver's licence...the contents were all present and accounted for. ALL my keys and the fob that lets me into the church, and my registration and my insurance, and my cheques...altho' I'd already closed both those bank accounts.

It has just lightened the psychic load immeasurably.

Thank God, thank God.

And today hasn't been too bad at all. I fell asleep early, got up and sermonized between midnight and three, slept some more...

There is a golden wedding party here this afternoon and after that I am going home to have a nice, quiet evening, and tomorrow an altogether quiet day...

And then Tuesday, frontal assault on the financial institutions and the motor association!!!

And some new protocols and procedures for financial management including cash under the mattress!!!

I do wish y'all a most happy and restful Labo[u]r Day.

9 comments:

mibi52 said...

So glad the purse re-surfaced in the midst of what was probably a (ahem) challenging time.

We are so tied to our stuff, even when we try our damnedest to avoid it. Modern life seems to require it. When things like this happen, it is misery. Glad that some percentage of the awfulness was relieved.

Take a nap - you need it and deserve it!

Jim said...

Well, I'm glad.

But my message to your Corporation still stands.

They can have it in place by Tuesday noon.

Auntie Knickers said...

Whatever Jim is talking about sounds like a good idea. But I'm glad you got the irreplaceables back!

mompriest said...

I'm grateful you got your purse back with the irreplaceable valuables...and, what ever jim is talking about, yeah. good.

SpookyRach said...

Oh wow! What a weekend.

So glad you got the purse back (and that it made the loss of the moolah a little less intense. maybe?). My heart was hurting over the fountain pen and journal! heh.

johnieb said...

This is a great improvement; I came to commiserate, and find instead you (partially) delivered from your distress, which cheers my heart.

Still, get a safe, and not something someone can walk out with to open at leisure where noise doesn't matter. Advice from an old cop.

Stealthy Dachshund said...

Excellent news.

Evelyn said...

I'm so happy your purse was found and returned! I didn't get online to read yesterday, so I had to backtrack to read about your day.

I'd agree that this is ENOUGH of the purse-disappearing-act. It's time for your vestry to ACT.

Kate Morningstar said...

What JohnieB said. I worked somewhere where we kept cheques, mostly, in a locked cash box in a locked file cabinet, for years, and nothing ever happened. Then our federal government funding provider's office did a security review, and said we had to keep them in a fireproof safe. And within a month, we were broken into, and someone walked off with the little safe. First time anything ever happened.

In the parish I used to work, we had a "Wardens' Cupboard" built into a cement block wall, with a fireproof steel door and deadbolt, and no-one ever managed to break into it. Where I work now, I just lock the office door and pray. So far, so good.