it's baaaackkk...

that would be the annoying thief in my building....now among the missing is one of my 3-pound weights, my mother's album from my daughter's wedding, my DAR certificate....somebody needs to have their hands lopped off--the sooner the better don't you think?  i had a cousin (now deceased) who would occasionally ask me if i still had such-and-such.  i'd go to get it or look for it and it, too was gone.  at the time i figured she was the light-fingered brat as she had been jealous of me my entire life.  once she helped me move some household stuff from a storage facility to her cellar temporarily.  somewhere along the way, my blueberry luncheon plates disappeared.  they WERE in a box in storage but somehow never made the hour's trip.  i knew she had taken them.  at the time i was homeless and she could well afford to buy them for herself, but she felt justified stealing from me.  she later had a brand new home, took trips to europe, had many of life's benefits but alas, died of cancer before she could spend one year in the new home.  she grew up very poor, always wore hand-me-downs and often went hungry, but a good marriage to someone with a good income changed all that.  down deep, though, she was always that destitute child and earned my pity.  as to who the building nasty is, it's anyone's guess.  even the management here isn't trustworthy, so it could be anyone.  thankfully, my God watches over me and seeks His own form of retribution--a very comforting promise.