As a professional procrastinator, sometimes I find myself running an errand, or doing a task at a time that isn’t exactly convenient.
Ahem.
Yesterday, for instance, when I looked at the calendar and realized it was indeed April 30th and that there is no April 31st, I knew I would be making an evening run to the post office to mail a package that needed to be postmarked in April. The package had been sitting on the table ready to go for four days, but you know, procrastination…
I decided to wait until rush hour traffic was over (procrastination, still) since the self-serve machine in the lobby of the post office was available after hours. An hour later, I told my husband I was running to post office and headed out. Nick was riding his bike in the driveway on my way out and asked if he could come with me. He ran to tell Mike he was coming with me and off we went.
The counter ended up being open later than I thought, so we actually snuck in right under the wire (procrastination WIN!) We headed home and were gone no longer than 20 minutes. Nick and I had a nice conversation on the way home and I was once again rewarded for my last-minuteness.
When we pulled into the garage, I realized Mike’s Jeep was gone, which was weird. Even weirder, Fiona was jumping at the door so I knew she wasn’t crated. My first thought was that Mike decided to run to Home Depot or somewhere and Maggie was home. I came inside and could tell the stove had just been on from the smell of cooked eggs. The back door was open and there was an omelet on the table. The omelet was still warm when I put my hand over it.
And no one was home.
No one was home.
All in one moment I thought Maggie must have hurt herself and Mike rushed her to the hospital, because the door was open and the dog was roaming free, and these things would not be unless they left in a huge hurry. My first instinct was to call him, but then thought better–he would need to concentrate on what he was doing if this were a true emergency. I would just have to wait until he was able to call me.
Ten second pause for all the thoughts of possible injuries…
*****
I turned around just in time to see the Jeep pulling into the driveway. WHEW! Mike, Maggie, and one other person were in it. Who would he have gone to pick up? This was going to be interesting.
Turns out, Maggie and a neighbor friend found two big dogs that had gotten out of their yard. The kids called the number on their tag, but no one answered. The friend knew where the dogs lived, so they wanted to take them back. Mike was going to let them walk them home, but realized it was a tad bit farther than they needed to go (since, you know, her dinner was sitting on the table) so he loaded everyone up in the Jeep and they dropped the dogs off.
They told me the street and I asked which house and we figured out the dogs belonged to our babysitter. I’m the only one who has dropped her off before, so they had no idea. A good deed was done, even if it did take ten years off my life, and my package got mailed right on time.
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