the dreaded phone call...but all is okay.....

I suppose I am a drama queen, and get too upset too quickly. Now that I realize that nothing is wrong, it is very clear that I overreacted. But when the phone rang and it was the state police...asking about, "a vehicle registered to a Paul W., that was found...blah blah blah..." I looked out the window. All cars accounted for except for Paul's truck. I told the nice policeman that Paul had driven his truck to work. He asked where he worked. By now I was bracing myself for bad news. The scariness bypassed all reason, assuming I have any reason, and went straight to the pit of my stomach, but shot out adrenaline down my arms to make my hands shake, along the way. Then I realized that he was saying the vehicle was parked near a bar...a bar? Paul? What? Apparently it was illegally parked, and the owner was going to tow it. I asked if it was there right now, and he said he didn't know. hmm. I asked if it was perhaps on NoName Rd., and he said, yes, it was. Okay. I figured it out....

My daughter lives close to a bar. It's a country-ish bar, does get a little rabble-rousy on the weekends, and in the warm weather, the patrons play horseshoes outside. Parking is limited, as it is in Emily's driveway, but she and her roommates know not to park at the bar. There is another business farther down the road, which apparently calls the cops if one parks there...the business owners assumed a bar patron was parked there...but it was one of my daughters who was visiting Emily's house for girls' fellowship. Yes, they were gathered to have fun and encourage each other to faithfulness...last night. The owners called the police, and the police checked out the plates, and called me. okay.

Now that it is straightened out, and I promised Officer Friendly that my daughters would not park there ever again, it is rather funny. But the first few moments of the call had me unraveling.

We are out of cat food. I can't believe that all the people around here who feed the kitties couldn't think to let me in on the fact that the bag was getting low. Now we are totally out. We are also almost out of raw spinach. We have switched from iceburg lettuce to romaine to eating almost all spinach for salads.

Anyway, I guess I am going out and about a little bit. I have a package to mail to Washington State too, some clothes for Miss Anya, my little granddaughter. Have I mentioned that they are coming east in June? Yes they are! She gets to ride on a big airplane, and come to see her Grammy! I hope she isn't scared of me. I hope she lets me cuddle her. If not, I will still enjoy her absolute cuteness, as will all her aunties and uncles. Samuel may not be able to get the time off to come up to the camp we are renting on an Adirondack lake...that breaks my heart. Apparently in the Old Guard, they are a smallish unit, and aren't supposed to ask for time off in the summer. Sam and Ben haven't been together in a year and a half. wah.

Off I go....