I was in a hurry to get home. I had done enough chores earlier in the day that I had earned my trip out for a bite to eat and some shopping. That’s how my mind works. And the shopping had been successful. The success of a trip depends on whether I had gotten a bargain or not, and I had. So I was looking forward to seeing my purchases in my new/old house, to see if they would work as I thought they would. That I was seeing a pretty sunset developing as I drove home put me in a quandary. Stop on the way home or go home and head to the pond in the back for a photo? And that’s what I did, headed home, and stopped for a quick iPhone photo at the pond, then drove the block or two home. And that’s when I discovered that I’d locked myself out. I’ve been almost doing that for several weeks now, and last night I succeeded. I was lucky because my aunt and uncle are my neighbors and they have a key, but they also weren’t home. And as I waited I noticed that the sky was now on fire, I shouldn’t have given up on it so early. Or better yet even, I could have stopped on the way home after all. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Isn’t that always the way?
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 