Present Moments with some of your favorite historical authors
The Authors of Writes of Passage
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
No Good Deed...
What’s that saying? No good deed goes unpunished? Well, that old adage came true for me on Monday. My neighbor has been in and out of the hospital recently with heart problems that have left her very weak. Her husband had an appointment with the eye doctor, so they called on Saturday to ask if I could come and sit with her while he was away.
They are a lovely couple and I’d told them on several occasions to call me if they needed me. Trouble is, I hadn’t expected them to need me when I was on deadline and trying desperately to get my final spit and polish on my manuscript. Still, how long could it take? So at 12:30, I took my Kindle, my garage door opener, my cell phone, a fresh cup of coffee in my thermal mug, and walked out the front door and across the street.
About two and a half hours later, her husband returned. I stayed only long enough to say my farewells and head back across the street. I stopped to remove the mail from my mailbox, then hit the garage door opener and headed for the door leading inside. Need I say more? I departed out the front door, and before leaving I failed to unlock the door leading into the garage.
I don’t hide a key outside my house. I have another neighbor who has a key—she was in Kansas City watching her grandchildren. My daughter has a key, but she was on Interstate 70 somewhere between Baltimore and Indianapolis. My son has a key, but he was in Texas on business.
Cell phone in hand, I looked up the name of a local locksmith who said he could be to my house in an hour or so. Now, that’s not bad—except when you’re on deadline and you’ve already been gone from home for more than two hours. I cringed and told him I’d sure appreciate it if he could put a move on. Not sure he appreciated my comment, but he arrived with a smile—an hour later.
While I waited in the garage, I opened my bill from the electric company and a plethora of advertisements. That didn’t take long, and the trash can was handy. No, I didn’t trash the electric bill, but I contemplated the idea.
After a few minutes pacing the length of the garage, I decided it sure needed a bit of cleaning. I had a broom at hand, but since I didn’t have a dustpan in the garage, I used my female ingenuity. I lifted the snow shovel from a nearby wall and decided to turn it into a makeshift dustpan. I do NOT recommend this procedure. I almost knocked myself out when I tried to wrangle the shovel while opening the trash bin.
In case you’re wondering, it took the locksmith all of ten seconds to pick my lock and get me inside. Cost: $52.30. Helping a neighbor? Priceless.
May you find joy as you discover you are His priceless treasure. ~Judy