Did you ever have one of those days?

If you are thinking that this picture is upside down, then you would be right. It is. It is also the way my world is at this moment. I woke up this morning fully prepared to go and play two games of softball. I reached for my team shirt only to find that it was in the laundry. So I grab my laundry bag and go downstairs and throw it in the washer. I feed Cashew and then pour some Cherrios for myself. As is my habit, I check my e-mails and then play a game. I put the shirt in the dryer, finished the game and got the rest of my clothes on. Checked the dryer and got my shirt, grabbed the cooler and my notebook and went for the door. I paused and looked at my wallet but decided to leave it at home. Then I stepped outside and closed the door.

BAMMMMMM! no keys. I haven't forgotten my keys for a while. The last time I did, all I had to do was climb thru my kitchen window. I can't do that now because they have changed the windows. I went to my neighbor , Gayle's, house because

she has a key to mine(she feeds Cashew when I am away). No answer. I know Gayle is away for the weekend but she has a student staying with her so that when she goes away, her cat, Bootsie, gets feed. Next, I tried John across the way. No answer. The only other person to have a key is Lucy Haynes who is in the hospital. There is NOOOOOO JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!

I couldn't call anyone because all my telephone numbers are in the house. Also, no telephone.

Yes Ross, I hear you and I will find a Sprint place this week. I started to cry because that is what I do when frustrated and mad. I sat on my cooler and waited. I could hear my phone ringing and I knew my team must be wondering what in heaven's name I was doing. Finally, at about a quarter to 11am, Laura Carver(God bless the woman!!!!!) came by to check. She called the team and told them what had happened but I still had to stay and wait for either Gayle's

housemate or John to come back. At 11:45, John arrived home and he unlocked the door.

I am so angry with myself but I am also so grateful because someone did check on me. It has been a fear of mine lately that I could have a heart attack or take a fall and no one would find me. Then, Cashew would be hungry and she'd be living off my carcus for weeks. Ain't that gruesome?

Everything happens for a reason. I am soooo very lucky to have friends that care enough to check. I am alive and well, slightly embarrassed but very grateful.