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xenithToday was odd in lots of little ways. Like me getting ready half an hour earlier than usual so I was there for whole "morning tea in the cafe" period, and the town hall wearing knitted scarfs, and the log truck we passed carrying a load of small, uniformly sized logs (not headed for a sawmill or chipper, we didn't think.)
I was having lunch in civic square with my sister (after we walked past the enscarfed town hall, the tigers with tail and leg warmers, the big white balls being strung in the trees outside the library) when I got a phone call from an unknown number (I don't tend to get phone *calls* esp. not from other mobiles). My mother had managed to lose one set of car keys and locked the other in her boot. Not a problem, because for the last 6-7 years I've been carrying her spare car key on my key ring just for this situation. Except for that day last week when I was running late and couldn't find my keys so I took my spare set of just door keys, and I've been carrying *them* for the past week.
So I'm trying to explain that I don't have them on me but I could go home (and *try* to find them, eep) but I won't arrive home for at least another hour (and how much of my afternoon is this going to take up when I should be at the museum?) and no point arranging to pick them up until I have them in my head -- while mother is getting upset :( Fortunately, sister is still sitting next to me and she offers to runs me home, even though she should back at work in a few minutes herself. And all the time I'm worrying about where the bloody things might be.
I did find them in the first place I looked (!) although when I rang up to tell people this, I couldn't hear them and got disconnected, despite being 100m/in view of the bloody Telstra tower, and the car key was soon reunited with its owner.
The thing that struck me though, once it became apparent the situation would have a happy end (mother getting her key back and us getting to where we should be almost on time) I found the situation amusing, funny enough to laugh at when I was recounting it later. Put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. Odd :)
I was having lunch in civic square with my sister (after we walked past the enscarfed town hall, the tigers with tail and leg warmers, the big white balls being strung in the trees outside the library) when I got a phone call from an unknown number (I don't tend to get phone *calls* esp. not from other mobiles). My mother had managed to lose one set of car keys and locked the other in her boot. Not a problem, because for the last 6-7 years I've been carrying her spare car key on my key ring just for this situation. Except for that day last week when I was running late and couldn't find my keys so I took my spare set of just door keys, and I've been carrying *them* for the past week.
So I'm trying to explain that I don't have them on me but I could go home (and *try* to find them, eep) but I won't arrive home for at least another hour (and how much of my afternoon is this going to take up when I should be at the museum?) and no point arranging to pick them up until I have them in my head -- while mother is getting upset :( Fortunately, sister is still sitting next to me and she offers to runs me home, even though she should back at work in a few minutes herself. And all the time I'm worrying about where the bloody things might be.
I did find them in the first place I looked (!) although when I rang up to tell people this, I couldn't hear them and got disconnected, despite being 100m/in view of the bloody Telstra tower, and the car key was soon reunited with its owner.
The thing that struck me though, once it became apparent the situation would have a happy end (mother getting her key back and us getting to where we should be almost on time) I found the situation amusing, funny enough to laugh at when I was recounting it later. Put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. Odd :)
