Tuesday, They Took Away The Boat

Since we live out in the country, we can hear when someone drives up, and our dogs bark. We initially thought it might be UPS, Fed Ex, DHL, or the propane guy, but it sounded bigger and louder than usual, so my husband went outside to check. "Come to find out", it was a big flat bed truck sent by the insurance company of the boat owner to get her remains.



My husband inquired what they were here for, and they told him. They showed him their orders, and one of them remarked that they thought it was owned by a movie star. The name was right.

Actually, my son started the whole "recovery of her remains" process. He called the Sheriff's Office to check up on things. They ended up giving him the owner's cell phone number. My son called him. He was in Colorado, at one of his other homes at the time, and didn't even know his boat was stolen, so he ended up coming back to Texas and calling his insurance company. That led to the insurance company sending the truck out to pick up the boat, which was valued at about $60,000.00. So here's a picture of the guy who drove the big flatbed truck out to our place to pick her up. He had to tie his shoe lace before he started.




You know, if it was a movie star who owned the boat that was stolen, stripped and then driven to our little slice of heaven, and set on fire, I damned well hope I can get his autograph.

I can't confirm the movie star thing based on my feeble, free internet searches, but it's kinda fun to imagine it. I could bring myself to feel fortunate that, if our old house had to burn down unexpectedly, it's better if there is a movie star involved. I guess this all stems from the fact that my beloved, RIP, mother, was named after this movie star:



Crap! Why am I doing this to myself? My son has HIS phone number. I think I'll ask my son to call HIM back, and see if HE IS a movie star. Me? Besides all that, I'm just pining for the old house. I still tear up when I drive by the place where it was.

Evil bastards. I still hate you.