There was a networking event I attended two weeks ago where I had no other reason to be there other than to use their bathroom. No really, I have no idea what possessed me to buy a ticket to this event because it was a Working Women's Networking event. While I am a working woman (paycheck shmaycheck), I am not selling anything, don't have a brand, and don't even own a suit jacket.
What ended up happening is that I gulped down two cups of decaf instead of breakfast that morning so needed the facilities pronto upon arrival. There is where I serendipitously ran into the guest of honor/speaker while she was in the bathroom freaking out about speaking in public. In the glossy mirror I could see her shaking while we both almost washed our hands with mouthwash. She turned to her two friends for comfort.
Then, out of nowhere I uncharacteristically blurted something out that caused her to look me in face, hug me like we knew each other and walk away.
She went live minutes later and was brilliantly funny, at ease and lovely. I'm not saying she needed me to accomplish that. She would've been amazing without me there to hug. I'm just saying I had the fortune of good timing to be able to help calm her down right before it mattered. And in doing so, I felt more at ease and less like fleeing a throng of put together women clicking on their smartphones. And believe me, knowing nobody and feeling like the tattooed girl at Tiffany's, I wanted to walk out of the room instead of parking my underwhelming summer dress at an empty table glinting with water glasses.
Then, there was Elvis. I still don't really know what to make of Elvis.
And yesterday on the small spectrum of good timing, the kids and I scooped up this spider to relocate him to his summer home.
If we didn't see him/her then she/he would've certainly been Tillie food. I'm still not used to the fact that Tillie eats spiders because Sadie turns her nose up at week old lunch meat. This one looked gnarly enough to bite back so I'm glad we didn't end up at the vet with a sick dog.
And then today we were doing donuts in a cul-de-sac (it's a game we so cleverly call, "Donuts in the Cul-De-Sac") and ran into our neighbor looking for his dog...a dog that we just happened to see trotting down the road suspiciously next to but not leashed to a man.
"Hop in!" I yelled with the kids still pinballing around in the back seats.
Distressed neighbor jumped in with his leash and we drove him two streets away to where his dog had been.
We spotted Naughty Dog bolting through the park and into the woods.
Just in the knick of time. "I would've gone the other way, thank you for being there," gushed our neighbor who was hopefully grateful enough to not call the cops the next time we decide to do donuts in his cul-de-sac. "What are the chances?" he asked us.
