Above: Yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, thieves busted our front door down and burglarized our house. Today, a piece of plywood covers the entrance to our home.
Our house was burglarized yesterday by two men who brazenly busted down our front door in broad daylight.
Around 3 p.m., Tracie P and the girls were at the grocery store and I was rolling into Houston for my weekly commute there. The thieves must have arrived not long after she left the house to go shopping.
Tracie P returned home just as the burglars were leaving. And the Austin police arrived shortly thereafter: when our next door neighbor noticed an unfamiliar car parked outside our house, she approached one of the men, who was outside on our front lawn; after he threatened her, she fled and called 911.
We were fortunate that Tracie P got home as they were leaving (she saw them make their getaway in a Dodge Charger): I shudder at the thought of her arriving home, with the girls in tow, while they were still in the house.
We were also fortunate that they didn’t do more damage: aside from the busted front door, some bleach stains where they were preparing to wipe down the doorknobs etc., and twisted handles where they were unable to undo the childproof latch on the cleaning supplies cabinet, they didn’t disturb the house.
They took laptops (luckily I had mine with me), iPhone, iPad, all of our jewelry (including the necklace I gave to Tracie P after Lila Jane was born), and all of my microphones (the most expensive items in their loot).
Strangely, they didn’t take our flatscreen TV or my guitars. Possibly because they were thwarted by our neighbor (who said they panicked after the one thief confronted her), possibly because they only wanted small items.
They used a hand-me-down pair of pajamas — Tracie P’s sentimental favorites, worn by both Georgia P and Lila Jane — as their rag to bleach the doorknobs.
As soon as I found out what had happened, I immediately turned around and drove back to Austin.
I called cousins Ben and Adam, who came right over. And a true godsend, my friend and client Jeff, whose wine bar Vino Vino is just five minutes away from our house, came over with his construction foreman who boarded up our front door. (Jeff, I’m forever in your debt for your help. Thank you.)
The good news is that no one was hurt and we have renter’s insurance (which covers all jewelry, electronic, and recording equipment we lost).
Why did they pick our house to burglarize? Probably because we live on the corner of a main road. The police told us that there have been other similar burglaries in this neighborhood.
But the thieves were surely disappointed by their loot: our jewelry collection was modest and even the microphones weren’t worth more than a few thousand dollars. The laptops they took have been around for more than five years and needed to be replaced.
Our neighbor, the same woman who called the police, kept Georgia P and Lila Jane while Tracie P was walking through the house with police. And happily, our girls weren’t upset by the day’s events.
This setback couldn’t have come at a worse time. We’re struggling financially as we continue to payoff our “retail” childbirth.
But as we put Georgia P to bed last night, after she made her round of goodnight kisses, Lila Jane gave us one of her big grins.
And we were thankful to have each other and to know that we are all safe.
No one can diminish our love. No one…
I’ll be taking a break from the blog for a few days while I clean up this mess and get our house back into order. See you next week.