The flag was still there

We are coming up on the 4th of July, AND it's the 250th anniversary of our democratic republic.  Everyone and their brother has flags on their houses to celebrate.  

We have a Pride sign stuck in the ground in the front for all our conservative neighbors to see as they drive by.  We also put our flag out.  We don't want the jerks to think this country only belongs to the haters.

We mowed and edged the front yard on Monday morning.  Then there was a thunderstorm in early afternoon.  Tom went out in early evening and when he came back he told me the flag was gone.  The flag attaches to a metal pole that fits into a second metal pole that sticks into a gizmo onto the front of the house.  The flag and the first pole were gone.  The second pole was still in the gizmo.  Tom assumed the winds had blown the flag away, but there was no sign of it throughout the neighborhood.  We looked.

Because I am both imaginative and paranoid, I was sure someone stole our flag.  I yanked the second pole out of the gizmo, brought it inside and put it next to the bed.  We've been rewatching Game of Thrones.  Arya is my hero, so I was imagining how I might use some of her moves to stop the intruders who I was sure would come back to finish us off.  I thought I might hold it high with both hands and then jam it through their eye.  

Today Tom went to the store.  When he parked and was getting out of the car he looked up and saw that damn flag up on the roof!  He got the ladder and brought it down.  It is now reinstalled out front.  

I hate it when he's right and I'm wrong.  And now I have nothing next to my bed to defend us against intruders.