The other day I loaded Pepper and Daisy into the car along with their boundless energy and enthusiasm. Sometimes it feels like I have four dogs instead of two.
We drove to Miss Kitty’s, where Daisy goes to doggy daycare, and I realized that I didn’t have my phone. Hmmm, I thought. Where could that phone be. And how am I going to get Daisy into daycare? You have to call the office when you arrive, in the Time of Corona.
I hailed a staff person – one had come outside, blessedly – and got Daisy situated.
And then it occurred to me: I believe I left my phone on top of the car when I was getting the dogs in. Could it possibly still be there after a 15 minute trip? Holding my breath, metaphorically, I checked.
On the way home, I thought – well, I shall call my insurance provider and am I now one of the crazy people who can’t live without their phone for a few hours? I will be okay, I thought. I will be fine without my phone until I can get a replacement. But this is certainly an inconvenience and expense and one I created for myself. I kept scanning the road on the way home – in case of a miracle, you know.
About a mile from my house, I saw my phone lying on the side of the road. I pulled over, got out, retrieved it. Checked to see if it was still functional – yes. Cradled it gently in my hand. Okay maybe that is an exaggeration. But not much of one.
Thank God for the small miracles!
Today’s joy is an interview with Cherae Farmer-Dixon, Dean of the School of Dentistry at Meharry’s School of Medicine.