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Today was going to be one of those catch up days. I had planned to be at the garage when they opened in order to get an oil change for the car. When I woke up however I was so tired I thought I would just rest a few minutes longer. I woke up an hour later.
By the time I got there cars packed the small drive area. I waited at the service desk. They know me so well there I don’t have to give them any info. “Don’t suppose I can have it done while I wait?” I queried. “Sorry, no. pretty busy already but we can have it for you this afternoon.” I thanked the chief and called my true blue brother for a lift. I waited out front and was glad I had brought a jacket. It was sprinkling! Now if only it would rain.
On the way home I realized I had not brought a house key with me. “Oh but I left the side door open,” I said. ‘No, it’s locked,” said Robert. “I brought back your crock pot this morning while you were out and locked the door on the way out.” So I stopped by his place to get my extra key.
Next on the list was the post office. I send out a newsletter for some friends and needed about 125 stamps. When I got to the post I realized that today is Columbus Day. The post is closed. I wasn’t the only one standing there with a disappointed look. I went over to the stamp vending machine to see what I could do. They didn’t have any rolls of stamps but I could buy books. “Well, that will do,” I thought. But then you could only buy 3 books at a time and I needed about 9. In the end I had to use three different credit/debit cards to make the purchase. While I stood at the side table stamping my letters dozens of disappointed people came in. “Is it a holiday today?” “Is the post closed on Mondays?” “Is it closed all day?” “Oh, I forgot.” “Well, that’s that,” they said.
From there I went home to mow the lawn. Walking up the drive way I saw a little face peering out between the sheer curtains of the living room. Sammy was perched on the back of the sofa staring out. But there was something different about her. I looked more closely as I came up the walk. She had something all over her head. What was it? When I came in I went over to her and took a look. She was covered in cobwebs. Emmaline’s fur was dirty and her paws black. “Now where have you two been?” I wondered. I went to the kitchen and checked the pantry door to the garage. Robert had left it ajar when he brought back the crock pot and these two adorables had been rummaging around in the dusty garage getting cobwebs all over themselves.
Tonight I found Em scratching her chin on the velcro strip of my arm band.
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