Sunday July 27th, 2014

The exercise:

Write about: good fortune.

Yup.

Mine:

We went for a BBQ dinner at the beach with Kat's parents and Becky this evening. It was really nice, weather, food, and company wise.

When we got home it took me about half a minute to realize I didn't have my phone. I searched our bags, double checked the car, but that sinking feeling was hitting me already. That knowledge that I had done something stupid and the phone was gone.

I tried calling it, just to be sure, and we couldn't hear it ringing. So I hopped back in the car and... ahem, drove very safely and within the posted speed limits... back to the beach. I searched where we had been eating, the parking lot, all the places I had followed Max as he wandered around. Nada.

I think that was about the time I remembered that most likely what had happened was this: I had put my phone on top of the car while I was getting Max back into the car to go home, got distracted, and forgot it there. Which meant that we drove off with the phone on the roof.

A slow drive home tracing the route we had taken revealed nothing. So I double checked the car again and then used Kat's phone to send a text to mine, asking whoever might have found it to please call her number.

A few minutes later, just as I was really getting going with the mental ass kicking I felt I deserved, her phone rang. And, amazingly, it was a guy who had found my phone at the side of the road outside his house, about two blocks from where we'd been parked.

I drove over (with a hastily picked quart of apricots as a sign of appreciation in tow) and collected my phone. Not only did I have the good fortune of a kind soul finding my phone, but I was also lucky enough to retrieve it in full working order. The only damage was a crack to the protective case, which I'm going to replace just because it's a little sharp and Max has a tendency to grab it whenever I leave it within reach.

I am feeling very grateful tonight.