I leave work and head to the old house (hasn't sold yet). Spend about an hour or so loading the bed and cab with "loose" boxes, bags, and stuff that needs moved. I get home with a truck full of crap from our old house. Open the garage door, ##### under my breath because the wife locked the inside door with the nob and deadbolt. I then aragne the stuff I am carrying to key open the door. Walk in, and what do I see? The back door is wide open, and the door to the basement is open. At this point, I run the gauntlet, checking every room and closet in the house, and making sure the dog is OK. Everything is clear, no one there. NOTHING is missing, or out of place. Digital camera was sitting on the table, and everything is still sitting loose or in boxes all over. I must have come home just as they got into the back door. I am guessing they ran out through the basement, and that is why the door was open. But they did take the time to re-lock the knob on the basement door.
OK so now fully angered (Guns were still at the other house in the safe, good thing or I probably would have gone hunting.) I call the LEO's (now we are far enough out that it is the local Sherrif's dept.), they arrive just after the wife gets home. Explain what happened, he fills out the report. (Side note: Very nice guy, polite and informative.) The wife asks "Does this happen often out here?" His reply "No, Not at all.... Except for tonight. My partner is at another house around the corner that was broken into earlier this evening."
Now for the fun part.
I head to Home Depot, pick up new locks and deadbolts for all four doors. Get home and two of the three match. The other we knew would not match as it was a double key entry. Now it's 8:30, and HD closes at 9:00. Wife scrambles out the door with the three that need to have matching keys. She makes it there at 8:wizard: (She speeds exceedingly, and yells at me for it, I'll forgive her this time.) gets the knobs and locks, picks me up a 1" wood chisel (mine is still packed somewhere), and heads home.
Meanwhile, I have the dropsies. Drop the hole saw for the deadbolt (there wasn't one on one of the doors, there is now) on the counter. Leaves a scratch that you can feel but not see. Continue on a little angry, because I had to catch said hole saw when I opened the "quick and easy package" the kit came in. Now hole saw in hand, drill in hand, begin tightening the chuck on the drill, the chuck catches the shaft on the hole saw and flips it out of the chuck and I don't catch it this time. Leaves a nice gouge in the kitchen floor (vinyl). Pick up the hole saw, and drill/cut the hole for the deadbolt. Remove hole saw. Now screw in shaft/drillbit for holesaw won't unscrew. Need to go to basement and look in one tool kit for a wrench that may fit the holesaw. No luck there. On the way back up the stairs...... Yep you guessed it, hole saw slipped out of my hands. I caught it this time, not without gouging two, very cold, fingertips. No blood, just pain. Wife gets home, and starts on the other door. All ready angry, and irritated with all the things that have gone wrong since I came home, the wife feels the need to ask questions. Normal questions, but with every thing else, it wasn't helping. (Note she did do two doors mostly by herself.) Back door is finaly finished (After 3.5 hours of work, and I still have to finish cheesing it up tonight.) time to start on the basement. Half hour later, I'm done. I get to go to bed (I.E. sleep on couch, bed is being delivered on Friday) around 1:15, I get up at 4:45. Fun Fun Fun......
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. The previous owners of this house (only 5 years old) aparently didn't know how to clean. ANYTHING. Two weekends ago I picked up 35-45 POUNDS of dog poop out of the back yard. Back to the present... When I got home from HD, come in the front door, and was hit in the face by a real nasty odor. One that I recognise from Boy Scouts... You know the one, the first morning of winter camp, when they fire up the oven. Yes that's right, MOUSE NEST. Now there are no mice in the house, so this was an old nest. There may have been body remnentes from the previous, mouse, "tennants". Too late, pizza is all ready in the oven. Wife says "I hope this doesn't effect the taste of the pizza." I think "Too late for that." While the wife is on the way to HD, I open a couple of windows, put a fan in one and about 45 minutes later..... No more burnt mouse smell.
Fortunately - Nothing missing, 4 wheeler untouched, guns and both bikes are still at the other house.
Enough rant, fighting sleep. The 40 minute drive home should fun. I think I'll be taking a Dew for the road.
Later,
Steve
OK so now fully angered (Guns were still at the other house in the safe, good thing or I probably would have gone hunting.) I call the LEO's (now we are far enough out that it is the local Sherrif's dept.), they arrive just after the wife gets home. Explain what happened, he fills out the report. (Side note: Very nice guy, polite and informative.) The wife asks "Does this happen often out here?" His reply "No, Not at all.... Except for tonight. My partner is at another house around the corner that was broken into earlier this evening."
Now for the fun part.
I head to Home Depot, pick up new locks and deadbolts for all four doors. Get home and two of the three match. The other we knew would not match as it was a double key entry. Now it's 8:30, and HD closes at 9:00. Wife scrambles out the door with the three that need to have matching keys. She makes it there at 8:wizard: (She speeds exceedingly, and yells at me for it, I'll forgive her this time.) gets the knobs and locks, picks me up a 1" wood chisel (mine is still packed somewhere), and heads home.
Meanwhile, I have the dropsies. Drop the hole saw for the deadbolt (there wasn't one on one of the doors, there is now) on the counter. Leaves a scratch that you can feel but not see. Continue on a little angry, because I had to catch said hole saw when I opened the "quick and easy package" the kit came in. Now hole saw in hand, drill in hand, begin tightening the chuck on the drill, the chuck catches the shaft on the hole saw and flips it out of the chuck and I don't catch it this time. Leaves a nice gouge in the kitchen floor (vinyl). Pick up the hole saw, and drill/cut the hole for the deadbolt. Remove hole saw. Now screw in shaft/drillbit for holesaw won't unscrew. Need to go to basement and look in one tool kit for a wrench that may fit the holesaw. No luck there. On the way back up the stairs...... Yep you guessed it, hole saw slipped out of my hands. I caught it this time, not without gouging two, very cold, fingertips. No blood, just pain. Wife gets home, and starts on the other door. All ready angry, and irritated with all the things that have gone wrong since I came home, the wife feels the need to ask questions. Normal questions, but with every thing else, it wasn't helping. (Note she did do two doors mostly by herself.) Back door is finaly finished (After 3.5 hours of work, and I still have to finish cheesing it up tonight.) time to start on the basement. Half hour later, I'm done. I get to go to bed (I.E. sleep on couch, bed is being delivered on Friday) around 1:15, I get up at 4:45. Fun Fun Fun......
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. The previous owners of this house (only 5 years old) aparently didn't know how to clean. ANYTHING. Two weekends ago I picked up 35-45 POUNDS of dog poop out of the back yard. Back to the present... When I got home from HD, come in the front door, and was hit in the face by a real nasty odor. One that I recognise from Boy Scouts... You know the one, the first morning of winter camp, when they fire up the oven. Yes that's right, MOUSE NEST. Now there are no mice in the house, so this was an old nest. There may have been body remnentes from the previous, mouse, "tennants". Too late, pizza is all ready in the oven. Wife says "I hope this doesn't effect the taste of the pizza." I think "Too late for that." While the wife is on the way to HD, I open a couple of windows, put a fan in one and about 45 minutes later..... No more burnt mouse smell.
Fortunately - Nothing missing, 4 wheeler untouched, guns and both bikes are still at the other house.
Enough rant, fighting sleep. The 40 minute drive home should fun. I think I'll be taking a Dew for the road.
Later,
Steve
