The American Family Yost

Well, it's been a week and the copper thief has not returned to finish the job. If we can last 10 more days, we probably won't have to worry about it for another year. You see, the likely culprit is being sentenced on June 29 for another string of charges, including 2 class-5 felonies (breaking and entering and possession of criminal tools) and a class-4 felony (theft from an elderly or disabled person). The sad thing is, he's probably pulling off these crimes to not only feed his vices, but also to pay the restitution he owes from yet another conviction. $50,000 can't be an easy amount to come up with, even for a person with a steady job.

It's (almost) too bad that he hasn't returned, because we've been ready. With a defense scheme that lies somewhere between Swiss Family Robinson and Home Alone, we've been sleeping lightly - with our shoes on - and waiting. I won't go into details (I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise in case he does come back), but let's just say that when you live in a construction zone, you've got plenty of scary and dangerous tools at your immediate disposal.

A rude awakening

Two nights ago we woke up to Zibby barking at 2:30 in the morning. We immediately knew something was wrong. He usually doesn't bark in the middle of the night, so Tom went down to investigate. Turns out the freon lines to our air conditioners were cut to drain out all the refrigerant. This is the same thing that happened last year - the lines were cut and then the coils were stolen a few days later. We have our alarm system hooked up to the heat pumps to prevent theft. The security system was armed and the line was cut, but the alarm did not go off. Made me wonder if we could get the security company to compensate the repair cost.

We called the police and had a report made. Tom had seen a guy walking down the street when he went out to see what was going on and gave the police officer a description. The officer told us that some guy he personally had arrested last year for copper theft just got out of prison in the past month and Tom's description matched his. He pulled up a mug shot on his computer in the car, and Tom IDed him with about 75% certainty.

We had the security company come out to figure out what the problem was and repair the cut line. It turns out the thief has some kind of knowledge of security systems. He spliced together the wires in such a way that closed the circuit and caused it not to trip. I don't know all the technical details, but it's now fixed to where that can't happen anymore. So on the one hand, the thief bypassed the security system which would have gone off if he'd simply cut the line. On the other hand, why did they install such a vulnerable system to begin with? Does this change anything in regards to the security company's monetary responsibility?

What I do know is this:

Zibby's a good boy.

It was nice while it lasted

All the flowers in the raised bed are done for the season. The last of the tulips puttered out about a week ago. At the same time, my one peony bud finally bloomed!

Mme Calot peony

Peonies take about three years to establish, so I was happy with even the one bloom. Unfortunately, an afternoon hail storm two days later reduced it to a pile of petals on the ground. Luckily the two rose bushes have taken over the spotlight to detract from the now empty flowerbed.

My first bouquet of the season, on my nightstand

This is the rose bush that the previous owner told me was 100 years old. It's probably not quite that old, but it is old and very profuse. In the three years we've owned the house, I've never done a thing to them. The ghost of Miss Kitta must be looking after them for me!

Looking back, it was pretty funny

I had been waiting for a rain-free, warm day to get materials from Lowe's for the closet organizer I designed. The only way to get the plywood home was to have them cut it to size in-store and have it hanging out the back window (which is why it needed to be rain-free and warm). All the planets aligned yesterday and I was excited to get the project started. I asked an employee for help, and he told me that I had to pay for the wood before they could cut it. So I copied down the item number and checked out at the front of the store. Back to the lumber department. I asked another employee for help again, and he told me that the saw was broken, and that I didn't have to pay for the wood in advance. Apparently one of their highly-trained staff had cut through the power cord with the saw.

Yeah, let that one sink in.

Back to the front of the store to the return desk, where I return a purchase made 10 minutes earlier that I never had possession of. I explained to the girl what happened, and she said, "Oh, really? They do that all the time."

God bless capitalism.

The past few weeks

I've probably started new posts a dozen times since the last time I checked in, but I haven't been motivated enough to finish any of them. That's not to say that nothing has been going on around the old homestead. The week before last it felt like I did nothing but drive to Columbus and back. That Monday, Clara had surgery to remove her extra toes.

Waiting for surgery. Totally oblivious.

Those poor sweet feet. :(

She was pretty much conked out for the rest of the day.


Don't think those casts slowed her down, though. A few minutes before the picture above was taken, she was crawling around in the hospital crib, even though it was clear the anesthesia hadn't totally worn off. Three days later, she managed to get out of one of the casts. After a frantic phone call to the surgeon, I was back on my way to Columbus to get another cast put on. The doctor told us not to worry too much if it happened again because the cast was only there to keep her from pulling out the stitches, and she didn't seem at all interested in doing so. Tom played in a table tennis tournament in Columbus on Saturday, and we were on our way there when she managed to wiggle out of the cast again. What a stinker!

When we got back from Columbus for the third time that week, we discovered that our basement had taken on water in a major way. It had always been a little damp and musty, but nothing prepared us for the 10" of water that awaited us. We got record amounts of rainfall in April, and even the driest of basements around here were pretty wet. Even so, I tried to remain grateful that this was the only real damage done at a time when tornadoes were ripping through much of the country. So after Mass and lunch with Tom's family on Easter Sunday, we spent the rest of the day pumping water out of the basement. It was certainly a memorable way to spend the holiday!

We had a guy come over to give us an estimate on finishing the other two bedrooms and adjoining bathroom. While we felt like his pricing was fair, it is still more than we want to pay out. He's willing to just do the framing for us and then let us take care of the next steps. It's nice that he's understanding of budget constraints, unlike many general contractor horror stories I've heard.

So that's all the news for now, unless you want to know how I feel about the royal wedding (gorgeous event, now leave the poor couple alone) or Osama bin Laden (feeling guilty that I'm relieved a person is dead) or the cancellation of All My Children (mad as hell). Lots of other house-related projects in the works, so stay tuned!

Oh, no, not this again...

Now that the weather is more agreeable to working outdoors, I'm ready for The Wall, v2.0. Don't worry, I won't make you read the agonizing details again, just know that it's on its way. I tested the limits of my upper body and the hauling capacity of our poor hybrid car by lugging around 500 pounds of gravel and sand from Lowe's. I think poor Clara has spent more time in Lowe's in her 9 months on earth as most people do in a lifetime!

Our first little rebel

On my daily flower check yesterday morning, I finally spotted our first bloom!

There are several others close behind, rebelling against the still-cold weather we've been suffering. I've been seeing crocus blooming everywhere except my flowerbed, so I was worried that I am a bad gardener after all. A quick Google search assured me that first-year bulbs often take a week or two longer to bloom than established ones. Whew!

Oh, and whether your Irish heritage is real or adopted (or if like me you're not sure), happy St. Patrick's Day!