Your Just Have to Roll With It

Sometimes plans change. It happens. The older I get the easy the change in plans are for me.

The plan today was for me to drive to LaGrange, pick up Jen and The two of us were to drive to Morehead to stay with Anne. I have had two different plans to see Anne. She had given me her address and gate code in preparation for my visit.

So I drove to La Grange. I pulled up in Jane’s driveway and she pulled up right after me, having come from the hairdresser. She had beautiful blond locks. We went in the house to see Warren and my phone rang. It was Anne.

“I have Covid.” Oh no. Last time I was supposed to to stay with Anne she was also sick, but it was much worse than Covid. I think I bring Anne bad luck.

“Please go to my place without me.” SAD. I really wa looking forward to spending time with Anne.

Jane looks at me. “I’ve just spent the last two days with Anne.” So no Anne, no Jane.

I came to Morehead alone.

I arrived at Anne’s building. I went to the number she gave me. I walked in. Something felt off. The place just didn’t look like Anne. I looked at the photos on the tables. None were of Anne, or any of her people I have seen in other pictures. I walked by the master bed room. The door was open, the bed was unmade. I don’t think this is Anne’s place.

I got out as quick as I could. I called her. Yes, she had given me the wrong unit number. She was well when she did it. Thank goodness I did not get shot. I got in hers . I knew it was right the second I walked in.

Tonight I had class with my new giant group of young women. It was one of their birthday today so not only did they have lessons, but they also had cake. I was happy to go back to Anne’s to the quiet. I locked the door in case there is someone out there like me, just walking in uninvited. I’ll sleep well tonight.