...and there won't be any questions.
I was out watering the garden today, and suddenly realized that someone had stolen our Buddha. It was one of my dad's favorite sculptures from his garden, and sat for several years on the balcony of my condo as well. When we moved to The Box House, he came with us and took up residence under the portico, next to the front door. And now he's gone.
I know there must be some Buddhist lesson here about attachment and clinging to worldly possessions, but I'm a little sad anyway.