and now, the car...

This morning as Logan and I headed out to the car I noticed clothes next to it. Weird. Then as I got closer, more clothes. Uh oh. Went to the driver side and someone had busted out the back window of my HHR and taken everything in the back. There had been 2 giant bags of really nice clothes that The Montessori Center had donated to me to donate to the kids at my school. Well, the thief apparently had enough time to go through all the bags and pull out exactly what they liked, leaving the rest strewn across the ground. They also stole all my giant map books, my car cleaners and my cigarette adaptor for computer, dvd etc. I am numb. First the bikes. Then the tires. Now this. I am poor and can't afford all this shit. It wears me out and makes me question the universe. While intellectually I know these things aren't personal (or are they?), after awhile, it has started to eat at my soul. What kind of karmic lesson is this? When I pay for bad decisions that I knowingly make, that's one thing. But it's starting to feel like I'm a target.

I am tired.