What a gas.

I got an email from a friend this week noting that I have a disproportionate amount of calamity/strange things occurring in my life. He’s a pretty perceptive guy, and I pondered this as I was walking home from the Chevron station near my house on Friday night after putting the gas nozzle in my tank and then almost immediately locking my keys, purse, and cell phone in my car. Tony was home watching Addie, and I tried to call him using a fellow gas guzzling patrons’ cell, but neither of us usually answer when a number we don’t know pops up on our cells. So, I informed the Chevron attendants of what happened, and that I would be walking home to get an extra set of keys. Feeling like I was in a fishbowl walking down 99, I thought about how I react when things go differently than I plan.

Friday was a good day. Tony had worked from home, I had some good time with girlfriends, and Tony and I decided to finish off the week with a little takeout from Tasters Wok, one of our favorite little restaurants that we very rarely get to enjoy. My plan was to get some gas, go wonder around Bartell Drugs, grab Addie some lotion and lazily wander through the aisles (I don’t know why but I can’t get enough of drug stores – I think they’re so much fun), pick up dinner, head home and watch a movie on the couch with my husband.

Instead, I promptly locked my keys in the car and got to walk home in the brisk evening down one of my least favorite roads. I had some good thinking time while I walked home. I thought about how thankful I was that we live close enough to the gas station that I could walk home (especially because I couldn’t get ahold of Tony). I thought about how I was thankful that it wasn’t raining (and I wouldn’t have said this before we experienced this ‘spring’ but I was also thankful it wasn’t snowing/hailing). I was thankful I’m not one of the people dumb enough to try and cross 99 without a crosswalk….as I surely would have died. I realized how blessed I am to have a car, and how happy I was that I didn’t have my daughter with me when I did this.

When I got home to grab the extra set of keys, Tony could have walked back and got my car for me, but I decided that I wanted to complete the experience in its entirety. I took the keys and set out once again, thinking that perhaps one of the reasons I feel like a disproportionate amount of strange things happen to me is that perhaps God thinks I have more lessons to learn, and He wants to give me more time to think about them.

When I got home from my cold walk and picking up dinner, I hugged Tony and thanked him for the break. When I left the house at the beginning of the night I told my husband I just needed a break and some time out by myself. I realize now that perhaps I should have been more specific with exactly what that break would entail.