For a while there I wasn’t for sure that I would get a SOOF submission in this week. We’ve been in Colorado attending the Junior Pre-teen National American Miss pageant. Our son’s 9 year old daughter, Kyla, was a contestant and Jennifer (aka Grammie) and I weren’t going to miss it! Even though, in the judges’ opinions, she didn’t finish in the top five, Kyla was without a doubt the most beautiful, the most poised, the most photogenic, and the most talented contestant there (the girl plays a harp and plays it like an angel).
And, if you don’t believe me, you can contact my son, my daughter-in-law, or my wife, and they will back up everything I’ve said.
As usual I’m getting a little off the subject here. But, anyway…..we were in Colorado, I’m focused on my granddaughter, I won’t be back in Texas until late Monday night…maybe Tuesday… (I’m driving back with my daughter-in-law and her two girls
…Jennifer was flying back because we’re taking care of our daughter’s two young ones in Rockwall while she and our son-in-law are sunning in Playa Del Carmen…this grandparent stuff keeps you jumping), I don’t carry a lap top on the road (that’s kinda old fartish in itself), and I hadn’t been thinking “Old Fart” stuff. I just didn’t see how I could get there from here.
Just about the time I was about to tell Jan to count me out of the blog this week, Jennifer said to wait until I got back to Rockwall, that something might come to mind. You know, Barry would never let me live it down if I couldn’t keep up with him submission for submission.
So, Monday morning at 0 dark thirty (that’s military talk for real early) my daughter-in-law, her two girls (Kyla 9 and Lauren 5) and I departed Windsor, Colorado heading to Northeast Texas. Shortly after we crossed the Colorado border into New Mexico we turned off I-25 heading east on a small two lane road. About that time Lauren needed a potty break. That’s when it happened.
We pulled into a service station and I took Lauren inside. When she finished, we headed back to the car. At the same time Deanne (daughter-in-law) and Kyla were coming inside the station.
The conversation went something like this:
ME: Deanne, where are the car keys. Lauren and I will get back in the car after we stretch our legs a little.
DEANNE: I left them in the car…in the seat…maybe the ignition…I might have dropped them…I was talking to Dannen (my son) on the phone.
ME: OK, I’ll find them.
I went to the car, opened the door and looked high and low for the keys. The ignition, the seats (all of them), under the seats (all of them), between the seats, on the floor…again, I looked high and low, but mostly low.
Through the window, I saw Deanne and Kyla heading back my way. I got out to tell her that I couldn’t find the keys. I got out on the driver’s side, stood up looking over the top of the car, just about to say something, when I saw them. One set of car keys sitting on the roof of the car. It’s a good thing they don’t have car thieves in northern New Mexico.
Now, do you want to know what kind of car it was? Read my last SOOF blog submission for a hint.
BOTTOM LINE: You don’t have to BE an old fart to do something that Smacks of Old Fart.
PS: I could talk about the speeding ticket I got in Claude, Texas and the old fart sheriff that gave it to me, but I’ll save that for another time.