IT was a dark and windy night (sounds like the beginning of a novel!)... my cousine and I had gone for a lovely, long walk down by the beach, on a walking path. Of course Vimy had to do his usual daily deposit, which I had to scoop. I can just hear my other cousine Annie say, "Only you can blog about poop and I will read about it!" My little flashlight on my keychain decided to die right there, but I managed to fumble around and pick up what I thought was his little bomb. I then stopped to fiddle repeatedly with the flashllight, trying to get it to light up, but it was a goner.
WELL, all the way back I kept focusing on NOT dropping Vimy's poop bag. So much so that I only noticed twenty minutes later, that my keys WERE NOT in my pocket. People - N*E*V*E*R focus on dog poop, to the detriment of your keys.
I was in a TOTAL panic, because I only have one key for Jiminy. My cousine continued on alone to go get her car, while I quickly retraced our steps. I hadn't heard them drop, so I figured they would be, HOPEFULLY, right near where Vimy had started this whole mess. Of course, it is PITCH DARK, and I can't see a thing, even with the flashlight on my phone. I keep walking up and down that path, looking for my keys, but to no avail. I meet two other dog walkers. They haven't seen any keys. How could they? It's dark and they don't have flashlights. All the while I am thinking... HOW do I get home, HOW do I get another set of keys made for my car, HOW could I be so STUPID ... you get the idea!
The second walker tells me he walks this way every day, so if he finds them tomorrow, he will put a notice on FB. Off he goes. I continue to search d-e-s-p-e-r-a-t-e-l-y, when I hear him yell back at me. Lo and behold! Yo my cousine had driven up, and where she stopped to park her car, her headlights had shone right ON MY KEYS! I was estatic, to say the least!
I was so happy, so excited and so discombobulated by the whole affair, that I thought I had lost my phone as well, when I drove away from her place. I returned to check my entire car. I asked Yo to check her car, which she did but she A=L=S=O had the presence of mind to call my line. My phone rang, from where I had tucked it...in the lefthand corner of my dash, totally invisible in the dark. WHEW! I HAD TO REMIND MYSELF right then and there... TO BREATHE!!!
Thank you God for younger cousins who look out for their ditzy older cousins. I will no longer be overly focused on being "Écolo!" (Green!). LOSING a bag of dog poop is NOT THE END OF THE WORLD! LOSING my keys would be close to it!
Great Blog as usual. So happy you found your keys. Hope all is well.
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