This afternoon I had the great privilege of joining a group of seniors for “coffee”. One of our loved seniors had been living in a rural manor a ways from Kindersley. Doreen has just returned.
So, party time!! The selected spot was the Kindersley Inn. I changed to my party clothes and took off.
Today I have no car. My transportation was my bike. The wind blew me there quite comfortably. The ride back was a little less enjoyable (have you ever noticed that sand, when blown hard enough, turns into a beautiful wavy pattern?).
Upon entering the house I emptied my pockets. No cell phone.
Now, I knew I had charged the phone earlier, and had placed it in my pocket. Since then I had ridden, first to the post office and then to the cafe.
I jumped on my bike and retraced my path. No phone.
With a bit of fatigue catching up to me, I stepped into the house.
Now, sometimes the brain works best when least expected. I took our land line phone and dialed the cell phone number. I heard a slight ringing. After four tries I tracked down the cell phone.
Where? In the pocket of the blue jeans I had worn to the post office. Unfortunately a change was not as good as a rest this time around!