October 23, 2009. San Antonio, Tx. The Escape.

Yesterday we drove our own car. But it did not seem to be our own car. When the car was stolen last May, all objects were taken so all the familiar items were missing. Our sunglasses were missing and the bottles of water too. Our Texas atlas was not there along with the owners manual. It was a nuisance setting the clock to the correct time, without a manual giving instructions. Ken and I kept a basket in the back with toilet items and clothes enough to last a day or two here before driving to the Lake or the Ranch, but the two baskets had been stolen along with the car. Now we must replace all our car supplies, so we can function well in Texas.

The biggest problem with the car yesterday was the smell. It did not smell like our car. It smelled like tobacco. Loose tobacco was everywhere. The glove compartment had an inch deep along with the center console. And burnt matches filled every little cup. We figure that whoever stole the car went on a joy ride all over San Antonio, smoking all the way. The rear view mirror is missing as well. The good thing yesterday was that the car ran well so we were pleased with that. but it did not seem to be our car.

Today we will get the car cleaned inside and out and replace the essential items for the interior, so by the end of the day, the car will become our car once again. I have heard of people feeling violated when their home has been broken into, in addition to the objects stolen. Now I understand. I may never feel the same about our Ford Escape.