The man had given me assignments before he left yesterday morning.
Lately I have begun to recognize places and have a much
clearer picture in my head where things are
in this big warren.
I pulled my best can-do attitude out of the hat and set out on the road.
Weee...
First stop, the first bank. No problem.
I used my magic cards and got the cash in hand.
I had about 45 minutes to kill before the other places I needed to go opened.
My tumbly was grumbly, so I stopped in at my favorite place for a breakfast nibble.
Yum!
Next stop the pharmacy... where I bought a "lucky" bamboo plant and other things.
Back home again, I dropped those things off and checked to be sure that
my fiercely friendly pig bull had not allowed the magazine scammer
to return and remove our things.
I decided that since I was going on the freeway that I should take my phone with me.
No phone. Not anywhere.
I ran across my old pay as you go phone... it had 3 minutes left and I decided that was "lucky",
and it would do for an emergency.
Zoom... off to the Emerald City to get our certified copy of our marriage license.
I was sure that I knew how to get to the green bridge that I had to cross.
Wrong lane choices sent me under the bridge instead of over the bridge,
then back the way I had come.
I could see it.
I could see it.
Eventually I crossed it.
I found a perfect parking spot, got in, grabbed my "proof" and headed back home
in a shake.
This time I only made one wrong turn.
Luck was still with me!
In my self defense... these are all one way streets and do not look anything like the way you arrive vs
the way you leave.
Back in familiar turf, I manage to get a few things that the man wanted me to pick up
at a different store near where I had eaten earlier.
I decided to stop in and ask if I might have left my phone there.
They were very helpful!
My waitress and the owner helped me look around the booth where I had sat.
We couldn't see it but maybe it fell between the seat and the wall...
there was a crack there.
The owner offered to pull the bench seat out.
The waitress says
"Wait, give me your number... we'll see if we can hear it ring!"
A much saner idea.
Then we heard my boob ring.
I think they are probably still having a chuckle about it.
At least I didn't lose it... I suppose that's lucky after all.
=:-/
I resisted the urge to peal out and made my way to the second bank.
No problem there. Phew!
I even found my way back home...
where I found this...
That was one of my slippers and one of my duck feet.
Now I only have my tennies and my hiking boots.
Neither are summer shoes.
I thought rabbit's feet were supposed to be lucky!
And what about that darned lucky bamboo?
