A couple of days ago I was up in the mountains. This is happening more frequently. I can’t seem to wrangle the tics unless I’m out in the trees and everything is quiet. So I go out, I pick a group of trees, and I start running towards it. I run until I can’t, then I sit for a while and come back.
So I was up there for hours and hiked up to Lake Solitude.
By the time I came down I was sweaty, tired, and it was getting dark.
Oh no! I had left my keys in my car. Phone, too.
The parking lot by the trail-head was full of people, but I didn’t want to ask anyone for help. I was just in a hurry, but not for any real reason.
I’m not very smart, but I’m decisive when it’s go time. No thinking about consequences for me!
I threw a rock through the driver’s side window of the truck and could not believe how many zillions of pieces it broke into. I had this idea that it would create a dainty little hole. I’d reach through the hole, get my keys, and lovingly remove the rest of the glass in one big sheet. Ha!
There were a lot of people around. They must have all thought I was a very brazen, patient thief, as I swept the glass out onto the ground. My editor told me this was an extremely stupid way to handle the problem, but so what. Someone recently told me my book was “raggedy” and that’s my editor’s fault, so her credibility is totally gone!
It also reminded me of this scene from Dirty Dancing. Fast forward to about 1:30 and say it with me…”You’re wild!”