You know that day after effect is when you have the 20/20 vision on reflection. All the things that could have gone wrong, run through your mind. All the permeations of circumstance that had to happen, could have happened, or might have happened play like a movie in the mind. What if I had been walking Gizmo at my usual Monday night time? Did I come close to having an encounter having walked the dog 15 minutes prior to the perpetrator knocking on the door? Did I miss some key observation? Why was the ringer off on the phone upstairs?
There were some positive that ran across my mind too. Good thing I check that both cars are locked before bed. Nice work by me, checking that all the doors and windows are locked, outside lights are on, and the inside doors with bolts are latched. I know Demi thinks I am crazy at time. I know she gets aggravated when I get on her about leaving keys where they shouldn't be, the car open, a window open, or door unlocked. It's Duxbury right? Nothing ever happens here.
Morning is always the worst time. I always make sure the garage door is shut when I leave. Even if I have to come back from a mile down the street because I can't remember shutting it. My family and their safety comes first. Dad drilled that into me. Sure I thought he took it overboard at times. I still can't let taking life jackets camping pass. We weren't boating, canoeing (kayaking was a novelty back then) or anywhere near water. We were land locked. So did we really need a bag full of life jackets? Probably not. But Dad did teach me to be prepared. I have the heavy duty flashlight by my bed. I have some Louisville sluggers handy, in oddly placed locations. I make sure there is a phone upstairs with us every night. There's a happy medium somewhere between survivalist training and leaving the house wide open, door open, with cash on a table in plain sight. I am probably close to the Mayan Calendar end than the latter, but I would rather err on the side of caution. That is my Dad in me. Thanks Dad.
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