We closed on the house last Tuesday, and my mind stopped working. Here's the best of many moments when I lost it, or was lost, as the case may be:
~~~~~I went jogging towards Ben Lomond. Suddenly I was out of neighborhoods and in a new development. I tried to keep track of where I turned, but every road started to look the same. The entire development is roads; a total of 5 houses in the 4-miles of cul-de-sacs, dead-ends, and sagebrush. After going down one very long dead-end that I had to run back up, I called Scottie. (Yes, I remembered to take my cell phone this time).
"Come pick me up," I moaned, "I'm lost."
I waited, and waited, and got a call back after 20 minutes.
"Where are you?" He lamented.
He had gotten lost in the same neighborhood, driving the car to find me. I won't be running there again.
~~~~~Driving home on the freeway one night, the car stopped. I kept pressing the gas pedal, but it wouldn't work. I made it to the sidelane before the car lurched to a stop. Looking at the backseat, I breathed in relief: both girls were sound asleep. Looking outside, my chest tightened again: semis seemed to be careening towards our little Honda Accord, then swerving to the left at the last moment. My solution? Call Scott.
"The car stopped--I'm stuck on the freeway." I started retelling the events, when he broke in.
"Start the car." He said, "Now, go get gas."
Yup--the car started, I made it to a gas station, and we haven't had another problem. It turns out that the line going below "empty" is more reliable than the neon green light that shouts "empty". Who knew?