The day after my last blog, I came home to the tail end of a burglary. I've thought about blogging once or twice since then but the only topic I could really focus on was the irony of being robbed 24 hours after writing about being so sensitive. As I sit here on New Years day, I'm realizing that I have learned a lot from these burglars. A housefull of policemen might feel like CSI, but it's not as much fun when it's real. After a burglary, you become supremely aware of everyone who drives too slowly past your house. Guilt is a surprising emotion. Somehow I still feel guilty for "losing" some of my special jewelry. Thieves take more than your possessions; they can also take your security and ability to sleep at night. Even if you think a room wasn't entered, search it anyway. They probably entered it just long enough to find your video camera and social security card. My sketching skills are not good at all! And I cannot remember how to draw all the jewel...
"Music is the silence between the notes." ~Claude Debussy