A guy brought my driver's license by my house yesterday. My tenant called; a guy who looked like a laborer had found my license and rode his bike over to my house. Thank you. Having my license will make the rest of it all easier to replace.
This morning at the farmer's market, I was fumbling with my bags and picking out peaches and getting my money out loose from my pocket. Two stalls later, I grabbed out my cash and my heart sank. Shouldn't I have a couple more twenties? Yeah. Crap. I retraced my steps, but didn't see it. Shoot. I was sorta mad at myself, but also forgiving. This is how it happens. That's how accidents chain off each other, when your routine is broken and you're doing stuff out of order. Forty dollars. Bummer.
So I walked on and a minute later, a woman approached me with her kids. "Did you lose some money?" Yeah. "How much?" Couple twenties? "Here." She said. "My son found it. We were watching for someone to come back looking for it." She smiled and she was so kind and her kids had glasses and looked like good kids. Yay for kind moms showing their kids how to watch out for other people. I was grateful and thanked them lots.
I'd been resigned, so after that the forty dollars felt like found money. I took that money over to the berries and bought two flats of big, sweet, juicy blackberries. All of which is a roundabout way of saying:
SEE YOU AT PIE CONTEST, MARGIE.
