On Monday night, after all the commotion of the attempted break-in died down, I remained blissfully unaware that the thieves had actually managed to snag something. It wasn’t until Wednesday night when I went into the kitchen to turn on some music while I cooked that I realized the horrible, horrible truth…
Right on the counter, within in arm’s reach of that back door that I had found mysteriously open at 8:30 that night, sits a huge pile of assorted paperwork, kid’s art projects, plastic bags full of unnecessary junk, and my Bose ipod docking station with my treasured ipod.
On Wednesday I discovered that the huge pile of paperwork, the kid’s art projects and the plastic bags of junk remained untouched. However, the ipod and docking station were nowhere to be found.
The buggers took my Ipod! As I always said, the Ipod was the one thing that I had that was mine and mine alone. It contained MY songs, MY playlists, MY memories. Nobody was allowed to touch it, and the kids wisely left it alone unless asked to turn it on. It saw me through happy times and rough times. My playlists reflected my every mood, and the vulgar croonings Red Hot Chili Peppers from the well-worn speakers got me through many a lonely night when Scott was in India while I remained in the US.
Its not that the music and the ipod can’t be replaced…I have all the music on the PC, and Scott has promised to buy me another ipod and docking station as soon as we get to the states. But, its more than that. Aside from the usual stuff…my kids, my husband, my overwhelming box of un-sorted photos from the past 12 years, the Ipod was my next most treasured possession. It was old, it was scratched, it was dirty, but it was MINE, darn it!
Ridiculous, I know, but it is how I feel. The new one will be newer, nicer, fancier (they don’t even make my old model anymore), but it will never be the same. Some things just can’t be replaced.