Lyric

I developed rhabdomyolysis and could no longer do the things I used to do for myself. So, on April 9, 2025, I asked Duskin to clean my air conditioner, and they did a good job.

The day before, I was told there would be two workers, but on the actual day, three people showed up. They entered my home without permission, completely disregarding our agreement, and a significant amount of my stored items went missing. In reality, much more was gone, but I only included items in my poem for which I had photographic evidence. (As I get older, I tend to forget where things are, and it's troublesome to move around to check. So, I used to take pictures of my stock items on my phone and replenish them when they were gone. This made it easy to tell exactly what and how many items were missing, so I only included those in my poem.)

Even items that should never have been missing from the back room were gone, specifically a scarf and a stole I'd owned for over 30 years. My drawer has been clearly labeled "Scarves/Stoles" with a label maker for over 30 years, so anyone could easily see what was inside. However, since I didn't have photographic proof, I didn't include it in my poem. Only insect repellent and dehumidifiers were left behind. I plan to post this on my blog later (I don't have one yet, but I want to create it this year).

I live frugally, so this was a significant blow. I can't afford to buy another stole or scarf; they are very expensive, and I'm incredibly upset. At this point, I prayed to God that the good luck of the person who stole from me would remain with me, and that my misfortune would be delivered to them.