Last Friday I was supposed to mail something for Dreamy. I fully intended to do it after my afternoon appointment but the appointment got side tracked by a computer issue and in the fixing and rebooting and calling tech support and then packing the machine up to take with me. As we discussed the computer issue later that night Dreamy asked me if I dropped off his letter. I said no I forgot but as I was going to bring the computer back in the morning would do it on my way out.
Saturday dawned and I got up early, threw on my gym gear, and was gathering my things to go to the post office when I realized the letter wasn’t there. I had left it in a book that I left behind at the appointment the previous afternoon. Not to worry, the computer was ready to go back so I would get the note and deposit it at the local post office with time to spare. I returned early enough from the gym but there was a message in my inbox from a new employer and it had a deadline that needed to be met and an interview that needed to be done before that could happen. I got ready to go do the interview at a local restaurant where I planned to have lunch with Dreamy and kill two briskets with one fork. After that we would return the computer and I would drop the letter in the mailbox outside the post office on that was on our way back home.
You know when things are just not going your way they are just not going your way all day or in this case all weekend. The interview fell through. I was asked to come back but I had these other errands to run. I said I would try to come back or I would at least call later in the evening to speak to the contact person. We returned the computer and retrieved the letter. I stuck it in the visor to remind me to drop it off. Sound familiar? We stopped by the parent’s house for a while and got ice cream before coming home. We were settling down for a quiet evening when Dreamy said, “you know what we forgot to do?” Well of course we forgot to drop off the letter. No worries I was going out in the morning I’d drop it at the box right in front of the local post office on my way.
I got up did some stuff, exercised, went to run errands taking the letter with us; fully intending to drop it in the mailbox on our way by the post office, we had to go by it twice. We did one errand went on to our second, got side tracked with conversation for a while then headed home. As I got out of the car I looked at the letter stuck in the visor and sighed. My husband asked what was the matter; I said, “Guess what we forgot to do.” I promised I would take it with me in the morning and get it post marked.
Monday arrived, the final day for the item to be postmarked in time and there it sat on the visor of my car as I drove away from work. I could have dropped it in the bin at work to go out. I could have gone to the mailbox in the parking lot. I could have taken it to the post office just down the road from my work but I was already on my way home debating whether I should make several stops before the post office in the village. I decided to go straight to the post office closest to my house and then home because I still had to meet my 3pm writing deadline and I would need at least fifteen minutes and it was already 2:30pm. I went to the post office and got the letter postmarked. I was on my way home via back roads and there in the middle of the street, with traffic behind me and coming in the other direction at a rapid rate of speed, was a small flat faced dog with a leash still attached to its collar.
I slammed on the brakes and threw on my flashers and flashed the headlights at the oncoming traffic. Once everyone had stopped I jumped out and grabbed up the stinky little ball of fur and tossed him in my back seat. Thank God he was friendly and didn’t jump the seat and take out my jugular. I knocked on a few doors and was directed to his owner’s house where there was no answer. I was about to leave when the family pulled in. They had been out looking for their pet and I had found him only ten feet away from their driveway in the middle of the road.
If I had mailed that letter the any one of the first five times I was supposed to, if I hadn’t gotten the writing job with the deadline, if I hadn’t brought home the computer, talked to my parents or bypassed the post office the day before that little dog would have been a statistic. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Sometimes things don’t go your way for a reason, you may never realize it, or you might be able to string the events together but it doesn’t really matter. You are exactly who you are, exactly where you’re supposed to be, for exactly the right reason all the time, whether you believe it or not.