I am in awe of your faithfulness to come to My Sister’s Jar day after day after day. Really. I am. You amaze me. I’m hoping it’s because I amuse you. Haha. I have been MIA for several days for good reason. We got back late last night from a four-day camping trip up to cool high country here in the great boiling hot state of Arizona. Up on the Mogollon Rim in northeastern AZ it rains every afternoon in July and I found it splendid. Really. I did. So did my boys.
Today we set up tents in the backyard in stifling hot Phoenix and hosed off all the mud. The tents were dry in less than 10 minutes. It seriously is a dry heat today. 110 last time I checked. Toasty, but perfect for drying wet camping gear. I’m also engaged in laundry. There was no white pile today. It was renamed “Used to be White” pile. Camping does that to socks and shirts.
My to-do list today included, but was not limited to: Post Office, Chiropractor & Massage, Library, Grocery Store, Tire Shop and Bank. Buuuuuuuuuut, one of my darling offspring found my keys and unhooked the house key/mail key half of the collection in order to retrieve the mail. The more important half of the keys is still MIA. The half that is missing includes the van key. So, I did borrow my sister-in-law’s van to get to the chiropractor, but it is my locked van with no key that needs tires. Also I did not stop at the library because the cd that is overdue is in the locked van sitting in the driveway. A tad frustrating.
Last month when we were somewhere between San Bernadino, California and Lake Tahoe, Rick’s keys went missing. They have not re-appeared. He’s been getting keys cut for two weeks, but still has not accomplished getting his house key cut. Rick had to get new keys to the airplane, hangar, his office, etc. It was a bummer, too, because our friends in Mississippi got him an Elvis key for his house key. So cool. So, between the two of us, we do have all the keys needed for living, but I’m going to really miss the remote door opener on my missing half of the key ring if it stays hidden. Please, oh please, God, show me where they are!!!!
The last time we were irresponsible and lost keys was in 1989. Rick’s keys AND his Trinity Western University hockey jacket both went missing, never to be found. Then in 1991, Rick and I watched in slow motion as his keys slowly slid off the dashboard of our ski boat just out of our reach on the Peace River in Northern Alberta. But that was not so much losing them as it was not wanting to dive and find them. We knew where they were. So we’ve been pretty responsible for over 20 years. I’m not sure what happened this summer?!?
I’m impatiently waiting for my dear, hard-working husband to get home from work to unlock the van…. so I can get a few more boxes checked off my to-do list. We leave tomorrow for ten days in a cabin up north in AZ… where it is between 80 and 85 all day! (Yes, we will have been gone five of the first seven weeks of summer…. believe me when I say that is GOOD!) I’m not sure if I will have internet service or not. Please stay tuned. Thank you. That’s all.
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