(I didn't plan on missing so many days of posting, but somehow Charlie and the 'support' chick from Qwest managed to screw up our internet for three days. I felt bad for Charlie, because she was trying to do something good and it ended up in disaster, which always seems to be the case. And tonight she found a tech in India who could support our old Cisco modem. And we're back! Not that it mattered much, really. I had an email from Ed, and that was about it.)
So this morning I was waiting for Charlie while she had her eye appointment, and I was sitting in the car reading my little Purvis book. I keep the plastic sleeve the thing came in, because I want to protect the nearly 50-year-old paperback. So I was sitting with the door partly ajar to get some air, and a gust of wind blew the door wide open and lifted the cover up and out of the car! I sat there, disbelieving, thinking the thing was probably lost in the parking lot, carried away like a tumbleweed by the whipping wind.
I got out and looked around, figuring my precious cover was under some car. Then I saw it about 20 feet away, just lying on the ground; it wasn't moving, but somehow I sensed it was ready to bolt, like Pretty Boy Floyd fleeing through that apple orchard. I snuck up on it, soundlessly, wondering if I should reach out with my foot and hold it down, wary of an errant breeze.
I reached out . . .
I got it!
I was still grinning when I went to join Charlie, and I had to recount my adventure. The book was safe, but the protective sleeve was almost lost.