No, I wasn’t talking to you. Why would I call you and asshole, you haven’t done anything to me. Unless… unless it was you that stole George, our garden gnome. We got home from Dim Sum Sunday afternoon with friends only to find an empty place in the rose garden where his tiny little feet once rested.
This is George the morning of our first snow flurry in December…
I got him over the summer and named him George because that was Mike’s grandfather’s name. Grandpa George used to make benches, birdbaths and gnomes out of concrete, so it seemed fitting.
We looked out the front window and said good morning to him often, and we judged the extremity of the snow fall these past weeks by how much of George was still visible. K created a little fantasy world for him, once he was covered by the snow completely K insisted that he had a little cave in beneath the snow with a sofa and a Wii.
Now I’m well aware that there are those that think it’s absolutely adorable to STEAL a gnome and travel with it, taking photos and taunting the owners with postcards from the gnomes travel. There are people who like to go around swapping out people’s yard ornaments, or putting some other art piece in it’s place, there are kids who take things from people’s yards to decorate their rooms.
Assholes, all of them. It’s still theft and I am pissed off.
What makes me more angry than anything though, is that K is so terribly upset. When we told her George was gone she cried great big tears. She loved that gnome, but him not being HERE is not what she was crying about. She feels sad and hurt that something belonging to us is gone. She insisted that the heart shaped stepping stone she made for us be brought inside because it’s not safe out there.
“They might come back and take it mom!”
It’s a lesson we all learn at some point, but still. I’m pissed.
I’m planning to make a sign to put in a yard pointing out that George was stolen from a loving 6 year old girl and asking that he be returned.
Will it do any good? Hahahahahahaa. No I’m guessing not, but I’m going to anyway. Any suggestions on what it should say are welcome, but I’m planning to point out that they broke a 6 year old’s heart.
What an asshole.