I had a great visit with a childhood friend while I was staying with Jeremy’s family.  She picked me up one late morning, and we talked non-stop at her DC home over a delicious salad. 

It was a gorgeous day, and I decided walking home to Jeremy’s would be good for me. I thought it was around five miles which I could easily do. When my friend protested, I promised to call an Uber to rescue me, if needed. 

As I walked through leafy residential neighborhoods, the afternoon got hotter, and I realized that my overstuffed purse and the few groceries I was carrying were slowing me down, but I am a stubborn woman, so I kept going.  An occasional dog walker assured me I was on the right path.

The bad news—I had no water with me and saw no place to get some.  The good news—I finally spied a familiar farm stand ahead selling pumpkins and cider.  I probably looked like a crazy lady about to collapse because although they had no water and I couldn’t add a huge jar of cider to my burden, I asked if she minded if I rested briefly in a camp chair in front of the stand.  Seconds later, she came with a bottle of cider, opened it and poured me a cup.  It was heavenly.

Even better, a customer said to me, “you look like you could use a ride” and drove me the next couple of miles.  By the time she dropped me off, I’d made a new friend.

I’m hoping to regain my common sense soon.