It’s been a go with the flow sort of day. I went out last night with some old friends, and when it got time to leave, I could not find my car keys. I’m out of town, so my car keys are a critical piece of equipment for transporting me back to Memphis to my life and work. I realized this distressing loss at about midnight in a bar. A few friends tried to help me find them in the field where we had partied earlier to no avail. My friend Jeff drove me back to my hotel, and I was struggling with anger at myself for losing my keys and angst about what I was supposed to either find my keys – best case scenario – or replace them – worst case scenario.
I walked my dog when I got back, and while I was outside, I made a decision. There were a few things I could do this morning to take care of my business, but I needed to change my attitude. I had to accept my dilemma and my imperfection, and I needed to try to enjoy the rest of my trip. I had planned to come back on Sunday, but I knew now that I had to be open to the possibility that I would burn another vacation day and not get home until Monday. I hated to burn another precious vacation day, but, if I was going to do it, I needed to find some joy in it. I decided to look at it as an adventure. It was a choice, and it made the difference in my day.
The other thing I had to do was to ask for help and accept it even if I felt like I was intruding on people’s lives. I woke up early and texted my cousin Marilyn and her husband Darrell. I asked for her assistance this morning. She immediately called me back and volunteered that Darrell would come get me at my hotel and bring me to their house for breakfast. We’d make a plan on what we needed to do to get me on some kind of track. She made the most awesome biscuits which gave me a great start. It made me feel very comforted to have one of her biscuits that were so much like my grandmothers’ – crispy on the outside and soft and fluffy on the inside. She had Steen’s Cane Syrup, and I poured it all over my biscuits in attempt to start my day with some sweetness on my palate. Darrell and I decided to first start hunting for the keys in the field with his rolling magnet. He was so freaking excited to use it. He talked about it all the way over. When I got there, my friend Berlin was there, and we picked up cigarette butts while I was looking and complained about the heat from the day before. After Darrell rolled the entire field, and we were satisfied that the keys were not there, I hugged Berlin, and we went on to Plan B which was to assume the keys were lost and get on track to get a new one.
I called AAA to get my car unlocked and remove my valuables from the car. The locksmiths were in Geismer, and it was going to take awhile for them to get to Watson, so Darrell suggested we go to his daughter Amy’s house to get out of the heat. I hadn’t seen her for many years, and they had since relocated. We showed up unexpectedly in their driveway, and their family gathered in a very familiar living room while I waited. We caught up and talked about mutual friends. It was a really fun way to pass the time, and I was actually kind of glad that it turned out the way it did. AAA called, we hurried out, got the car unlocked and headed back to Marilyn’s. Meanwhile, I made several calls to other relatives who might have picked up my keys by accident and stopped by the bar to see if they found them. The keys were still lost, and when I got back to Marilyn’s, it was determined that I would need to get to the Toyota dealer Monday morning in order to get another key made.
I called my brother to see if he could pick me up to spend the night with them. I got to visit with Marilyn and Darrell on Father’s Day and Darrell’s birthday and catch up after a very long absence. We had a good laugh because Darrell had told Marilyn that he didn’t want anything for the special day, and Marilyn had listened. We had no food, but munched on biscuits, Funyuns and chocolate covered pomegranates most of the afternoon. My dog loved all the attention. She went from person to person being loved on, and, honestly, I felt really loved on myself. Everyone had been so willing to help me, and I was loving myself by just going with the flow. I tried to feed my dog a Funyon, and she only ate it under duress. Apparently, she’ll eat anything on the planet, but she doesn’t like Funyuns. We also caught up on all of the local and family gossip. When my brother and his family arrived, we loaded up in his car, went to get frozen yogurt, and took a well needed nap when we got back to their place.
We’ve got quite a plan put together for tomorrow for getting me to the dealer, getting me from the dealer and getting me to my car. I plan to go with the flow because there are a lot of things that could go wrong, but I’ve got a team of people willing to help me. I have to just be grateful for their goodness and their time. I even have a casual date tonight and a lunch date tomorrow, so the extra time has paid off in fun. I don’t know how much this little escapade is going to cost me, but it is what it is, and there’s nothing else I can do but go with it. I have to get home at some point, and I have to depend on other people to help me get there. I love these sorts of adventures. If all had gone as planned, I’d be by myself at home, tired from driving. This is a good alternative and out of the ordinary. My niece is begging her dog to smile at the camera, the LSU baseball game is on TV, my friend is coming over for awhile, and my dog is a very happy camper. Life is good.