Rhayn went with a friend to a church function this morning. So Gwennie and I went to the Farmer's Market downtown. We've only made it once before, and bought some of the best honey. I was craving tomatoes, and not those nasty things you can buy at the grocery store. I know they have locally grown tomatoes, and heirloom ones, too. I also wanted to buy some more of the raw, unfiltered honey I bought last time. I ended up with some raw, unfiltered Flagstaff wildflowers honey, it is so tasty. I know, I have a gallon of honey in the cupboard. However this honey is the kind you just get a spoonful of and slowly savor it. It is not mixed with chinese honey or anything.
After we walked around and looked at all of the fascinating things, I wanted some lunch. We went to the Old Spaghetti Factory because it is close to where we were. Gwennie and I enjoyed a nice plate of pasta and fresh bread. Then paid and walked out. It dawned on me that I couldn't find my keys. I frantically searched my purse and pockets. Nope, no keys. I looked in the car, and sure enough, there they were sitting on the drivers seat, locked safely in the car.
I took a deep breath, walked around the car (to make sure I didn't leave a door unlocked.) I stopped, and opened my purse again. I unzipped the change pocket, and felt a rush of relief. I have an extra key, I carry it with me all of the time, but I wasn't sure if it had made it to my most recent purse. It had, and thankfully, it unlocked the door and we were on our way.
That is an awful feeling, the panic of locking your keys in the car. If it were our truck, it has a key pad so I can unlock it from the door. But our car is the bottom of the line. I am just thankful for the small things in life right now.