The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

 

Yesterday, we needed to take a quick run to Happs. I wanted to see what they had for coffee. It is always good to see what they have for dry goods. If you are lucky, you hit in on 'bread day' and pick up your Pepperidge farm bread for $1 a loaf. Since it is sold double wrapped it is good to stock up on a half dozen loaves for the freezer. I like their 16 grain bread.

So, anyways, we got ready to leave. I had just started a load of laundry and was waiting for a loaf of bread to come out of the oven. Tim went out ro warm up the car. 

He came back in. "I can't find the car keys." 

Now this does not make sense necause each vehicle (5, if you are keeping score) has its keys inside. He never brings the keys in the house.

I said, "How can they be missing, though?"

He said, "I don't know."

I said, "did you bring them inside?"

He said, "I don't know."

I said, "They have to be in the car."

He said, "I checked." 

"Did you put them in your coat pocket?"

"I checked," he said.

I got a horrified feeling. "You didn't put them in your pants pocket, did you?"

"I don't know," he said.

I heard an ominous clinking sound, and stopped the washer. I grabbed a tote and began to pull out sopping clothes. No keys. But i did find 60 cents. Probably from  my pocket, truthfully.

While I was sorting through the laundry, he headed to the mailbox remembering that he had parked the car and then walked back to the mailbox. 

I was starting to feel sick. If he dropped the keys, he had plowed that morning. They could be crushed. They could be scooped up and buried in the banks on either side of the drive. Would the sensor even work after being buried in a snowbank? I mean, we bought the car used. It only came with the one key. 

He came back into the house. "I didn't see it. Let's go. We will take your car." 

"But Tim..." I started.

"It will turn up," he snapped.

Now, I knew he was mad at himself. He felt stupid. I did not want him to feel worse but I did want to find that key..

I went outside and opened the car door. He irritably told me that he had already looked, so I shut the door and followed him to my car. He was mad, and I was frustrated too. I sure did not need to exacerbate a situation that we both were already frustrated about. 

The trip to Happs was a wasted trip. I have never seen the shelves so bare. 

We headed back home. He took his metal detector out in the fading light. Nothing.

So. A quiet night. We did find that we could get a key made, but it was kind of pricey. It made the problem a solvable problem, though. Made both of us feel a little bit better.

Last night, I was tired, but for all of that. I kept waking up. I would fret about the key until I fell asleep.  But  when I woke up this morning, I knew exactly what had happened. I had no doubt. I waited for it to warm up and then went out to the car. Slid the seat back and fished the key out between the console and the seat. 

Tim was astonished and very very pleased. 'How did you know?' I said, 'you never take the keys from the car. I just kept coming back to that." 

"I looked though..."

"You looked on the driver side. It got bumped out when we were bringing the groceries in. I figured it out in my sleep."

He understood right away. He problem solves in his sleep too. 

So today is a better day than yesterday.

This Venezuela thing is sickening. Just last fall the heads of the Armed Forces met to discuss the military response to possible unconstitutional orders given by Trump.  And yet...here we are. 

This is pretty awful.

Greenland gave a response to Kate Miller's social media post showing our flag over their country with one word: 'Soon'. 

Trump himself said his next target is Cuba. 

What in the actual fuck is going on here? 

A trump relative has floated the idea for mandatory military service for young men. Easy-peasy. Except not one of the young men will come from their family or their rich friends. Everybody else's sons are expendable.

This is awful.

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