It started out as a great day, albeit rainy and cold.
I got to watch my little peeps - (my great niece and nephew) Caroline and Andrew - for a little while.
Here we are about 2 weeks ago (I'll take any excuse to put their pictures up)...
I realize that taking those kinds of pictures won't last forever. I mean, the kids will get bigger. (Hopefully I won't.)
Anyway, after Elizabeth comes to get them, I go to TARGET. I have a long grocery list. I get almost everything.
As I am putting stuff in my car I am thinking how things go smoothly when I'm not in a hurry.
Yes, I am feeling serene.
Since I am feeling so serene I think I'll stop at ALBERTSONS and get the wheat crackers Sam likes and that Target doesn't carry.
So I park. Reach for my purse.
Serenity lasts only a little while.
Frantically I drive back to TARGET. Look at the carts parked out in the rain.
Walk inside fast .... and there is a TARGET employee holding my purse.
A sweet lady (whom I got to hug) had found it and brought it in and had just given it to him.
I'm so glad.
I head home (forget the trip to ALBERTSONS) and park by the back door.
I open the big back door to my SUV, and unload.
I start feeling serene again, mainly because I'm thinking of that angel of a woman who found my purse and didn't steal anything from it.
I get ready to park my car into the garage. I hear the pinging sound, but think the car is telling me my seat belt is not buckled. I don't need to buckle, I'm only going 10 feet. Let it ping.
Then, too late, I realize that it was pinging for a different reason.
My back door is all the way up and I'm heading into my garage - whose height does NOT allow for an open back door.
Really, everything is okay. Nothing hurt too badly.
And I have my purse. . .
. . . and something to blog about.