breaking and entering

Our car got towed yesterday and today I got a friend to drive me down to the impound lot to get carseats, blankets, a full pack of toilet paper (??), and a 40 pound bag of potting soil (??) out of the trunk. I had to get up at 7:30 (killer) and we got to the lot (on the other side of the city) when I realized I didn't bring the keys to the car.
Fortunately it is broken down and is going to be given to a Fire Department for extraction practice (a nice way to go in my opinion),so it didn't matter if it got messed up.
I grabbed the passenger side window and pried it out away from the car so I could unlock it. It was shockingly easy. It literally took me 5 seconds to break into my own car. It makes me wonder why I fretted about carrying keys around with me for the last 3.5 years. We got all the stuff out and I looked around to see if there was anything cool left. I took off the rearview mirror but then decided I had no use for it, so I put it back.
It was funny walking through the lot because the different purposes the cars were impounded were pretty easy to determine. The Hummer and the Volkswagen were DUIs. The saran wrapped cars were abandoned. The Suburban folded in half was from an accidents. The go cart was probably some kid that was driving on the road. I have no clue where the speedboat came from. I suppose the Platte River is a tributary of the Missouri which is a tributary of the Mississippi, so perhaps the smugglers wanted to find a direct avenue to peddle to the Great Plains.

That was my morning. Car jacking. I felt cool all day. We took Soapy to the Children's Museum because it was on the bus route to the library. She had fun but she was a little too old for the baby toys and not quite old enough for the rest of the museum. We'll give her a few months and she will have a blast. This museum has a big tunnel network built against a wall so the kids can pretend to be prarie dogs. It is really cool. There are two levels and walkways and the whole thing is covered in ground rubber (like school tracks are made of) so it looks like dirt mounds.

I also found a Poirot that I haven't seen yet. I thought I had seen them all. Anna and I are saving it for some special evening. A new Poirot is cause for celebration.

I recommend reading this five-part article about a NY Times journalist who was abducted by the Taliban and then escaped. He recently wrote about it and it is really interesting to read. I like it because it is not finely polished; it is sort of just an interesting story about what it would be like to get abducted and taken into the Federally Administered Tribal Areas of north west Pakistan (it would be bad).