That smarts. I tense with the thought of the pain. I guess that technique of expressing your madness did not work, eh? Think Zen. You never know why things happen to you. It is out of our grasp of knowledge.Landlocked said:Of course, then I just got downright mad. I kicked one of the beach chairs they left on the ground and sliced the bottom of my foot wide open. Insult to injury. I'm still limping. :laughing1
Yes, having property stolen from you, leaves you feeling violated, but thank God that is all that was taken, not your life. I will help you build a new one out of Arlene debris, but it will probably weigh twice as muh as you described the green cart weighing. (that is so cool that it floats - work that into your next one too.)