Super Woman on the Freeway

Lest you still harbor disillusioned thoughts of me being Super Woman, here's a story:

Recently I went back to my mom's town to help (again) in cleaning out Mom's condo. Sister and I got it pretty much done. Whew! That was a lot of work. I came back home with another load of stuff in my car, though not as much as I had the week before, thank goodness.

I was traveling along at great speed on the freeway, in the left lane, when my car suddenly died. Eeek! I had no idea what was going on. I was able to maneuver it onto the left-hand shoulder, up against the little cable fence. It was in a scary area, lots of traffic, on the more-dangerous left side, and those cars whizzing by are scary when one is stalled on the shoulder.

I decided to get out of my car, in case someone smashed into it. I climbed over the fence very gracefully (NOT!) and went into the ditch, well away from my car, and started making phone calls. Eventually I contacted AAA, and had to take a longish walk in the ditch up to the nearest exit sign to tell them the exit number (couldn't see it from where I stood in the ditch). A tow was ordered, and after a medium-length wait, I was towed to a nearby repair station.

Then I sat down to wait for the diagnosis. (Cue in music from Twilight Zone.. I was nervous about huge expense. What could be wrong?? Eek.. this could be a financial nightmare.) Shortly the car guy came back and said: "good news. It won't be an expensive repair. You simply ran out of gas."

WHAT?! What a ditz-brain! Who does that??? I was so embarrassed. I remembered then that I had been watching the gas gauge earlier in the trip, and then, for some reason, I put it completely out of mind and thought only of sailing on home and how I could hardly wait to get there.

That little romp into craziness cost me $45 and over an hour of time. What next?? Will I go to work having forgotten to get dressed? I shudder to think...

Losing Things

I am an exellent loser of things. I almost always leave things behind when I visit my mom or sister. I also lose things immediately after putting them down.

Today I came into the house after work and set down my purse. About a half hour later I couldn't find it. I'm supposed to put it in its regular place so that doesn't happen. But lately I've been forgetting to put it in its place.

Then there is the problem of not being able to find something because I put it in its proper place. Crazy.

On Sunday I ate at a restaurant, and I had a small knitting project with me. I am fairly certain I brought the knitting project home, but I have not been able to find it ever since leaving the restaurant. I even called, and they don't have it in their Lost and Found. It has to be somewhere in my house (I already searched the car). But where?

I have the opposite of sticky fingers. It's probably called Old Brain, but I am not yet ready to admit that.

Now, I'm going to go read my book. Where do you suppose it is??