When your husband walks out the back door to take the trash to the alley to put it in the big trash bins out in the alley, life seems normal. When said husband, comes back in and calmly tells me to stay inside while he returns outside to lock our storage room and guest house (read:laundry room) doors and come right back in. Hmm, strange, we don’t normally lock those during the day, or really anytime for that matter- only when we are on vacation. So, my first thought, "Cool! He’s taking me on a surprise vacation- where did he hide the bags?" No, not really, but my first thought, "what is happening". He calmly tells me that the alley is filled with police officers, looking in and kicking trash cans.
Why, you may ask? Well, at this point we don’t know. Ok, so the kids need to get to school, Katie is bundled up still very feverish, and we get in our cars to leave. Uh, what do we run into? Police blocking off our street in every direction, many police officers on foot going between houses, on the train tracks, and basically telling us only, "we are looking for someone". THANKS FOR THAT INFORMATION! Looking for someone. The kids surmise that it must be a kid that is lost. Ok, we will go with that for their brains, and let Momma’s run to the "OH CRAP, there is a murderer/rapist/child predator breaking into every house on the block, chopping up bodies and hiding them in trash cans." No joke, that my friends, is how this mind works.
So, I call Mike on his cell and tell him to call our friend, Brett, who is a detective with the police dept. and find out what is going on. Mean time, kids safely make it to school with nary a care in the world about the mayhem in my mind. Katie and I make it back home, to find the place swarming still with police. I park in our driveway and immediately our neighbor motions to me to come to her house. She was wondering if I was ok, because while we were gone, there were police officers in our yard. Of course that helped immensely. So I assured her we were fine, that I would call her when we heard from Brett.
Inside we go. Windows, doors and everything else locked, Fenway lookin mean and protective like. (ok, he was really sleeping, but YOU KNOW Fenway would be all up in anyones face). I call Mike. Brett had just called him. So they are looking for a bald, white man who had stolen a car, deposited it in our neighborhood and then ran away from police into our area.
Just looked outside. All is quiet on our street. But, I am still freaked out and will NOT do any laundry today. Is that justified? Sheesh, my brain can’t take this. Kate is ok, by the way, still uber feverish, and snotty and coughy and basically sick, but she is in good spirits. Back to watching the windows.
Thanks, for the protection!