It was one of those days...
This post has absolutely nothing to do with art, but I just have to share this....
Yeah, so....today was one of those days. You know, the kind where something absolutely wack-o happens and you think to yourself, "this could only happen to me." It started out quite nicely, though. My daughter slept in until 7 a.m. (yes, that IS sleeping in when you have a 15 month old) and, after breakfast, I loaded her and the stroller into the car to visit our favorite place to walk. It's a gorgeous boardwalk/nature trail just outside of the city center of Mt. Dora. It's loaded with wildlife and mature tropical trees and unlike anything we're used to seeing up north. Today I remembered to bring my good camera with me so I could snap some pics along the way. Here are a few friends we encountered:
One day, after Lake Dora has dried up, someone will stumble upon them and laugh at the stupid person who lost them, but, as for me...I wasn't laughing. I had my cell phone on me and tried calling the hubby and two neighbors, but nobody answered, so Ava and I had to stroll home the long way. I would guess it was a few miles, but it seemed like twenty. Lesson learned....the hard way.
Yeah, so....today was one of those days. You know, the kind where something absolutely wack-o happens and you think to yourself, "this could only happen to me." It started out quite nicely, though. My daughter slept in until 7 a.m. (yes, that IS sleeping in when you have a 15 month old) and, after breakfast, I loaded her and the stroller into the car to visit our favorite place to walk. It's a gorgeous boardwalk/nature trail just outside of the city center of Mt. Dora. It's loaded with wildlife and mature tropical trees and unlike anything we're used to seeing up north. Today I remembered to bring my good camera with me so I could snap some pics along the way. Here are a few friends we encountered:
It was on the walk back to the car that the "wack-o" part happened and I have no one to blame but myself. Ava was getting very fussy and trying to wiggle her way out of her stroller straps so I gave her one of her favorite things to play with....my keys. I know, I know, they're probably full of germs and not good for her teeth, but sometimes a mommy's got to go to extreme measures for the sake of sanity. Plus, the whining and crying was earning us "glares" from the serious nature watcher's along the path. As we were strolling over the last part of the wooden boardwalk (which allows great views of the gator shallows) I see my keys fly out of Ava's little hands, slide across the wooden slats of the walkway and drop into the water below...the same shallow area where just a half an hour previously we had passed a good-sized gator. Shallow, but deep enough that I couldn't see the keys and I surely wasn't going to risk wading into reptile country. One day, after Lake Dora has dried up, someone will stumble upon them and laugh at the stupid person who lost them, but, as for me...I wasn't laughing. I had my cell phone on me and tried calling the hubby and two neighbors, but nobody answered, so Ava and I had to stroll home the long way. I would guess it was a few miles, but it seemed like twenty. Lesson learned....the hard way.
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