I should've stayed in bed.....

Have you ever had one of those days where NOTHING seems to go right, no matter how trivial it is?
Today was one of those days.
I had planned to go to Paris today to mow my lawn at home. I knew I was running low on gas, but, thought I'd make it there. The prices are cheaper. Well, I didn't make it.
The low fuel light went on while passing through Honey Grove. Usually, I have about 30+ miles. I have never really tested, but, hey the stories on TV say sometimes you can go 60+ miles when the light goes on. Honey Grove is only 21 miles from Paris, I thought I could make it. Something told me I should probably stop and get a few dollars to make it all the way. I should have listened.
I ran out 10 miles outside of Honey Grove. Great. No gas can.
I get out and start walking-toward Paris, when I man in a small pick-up pulled along side me and offered help. He was too kind, because he drove me back to Honey Grove,
and we stopped at a convenience store. I asked if they had a gas can I could borrow. All they had was a one gallon can. Already with gas.
Ricky, as I later found out his name, and the pastor for Ravenna Baptist Church, drove me back to my van. Hung around to see if the gallon would get me started. As it turns out, it didn't. He drove me back to Honey Grove to a dollar store, so I could get a larger capacity can, get more gas, and drive back to the van.
Get the gas poured in, and voila! Success!! Mere words could not express my gratitude, as I had felt very guilty for taking up so much of his time. But, he was, oh, so kind, and said he hadn't anything planned.
Oh, and while we're pouring the gas in the van, it's lightly raining. I'm thinking what are my chances of mowing my lawn. As it turns out, not great. It had rained a little at my house, enough to make the grass to wet to mow, and began sprinkling yet again.
So much for mowing my lawn, guess I'll have to come back another day.
As I'm driving back to Celeste, I notice my left turn signal is not working. I have a burnt out bulb. No big deal.
Once I get back to Celeste, and take care of the dogs, I went about changing the bulb. I knew I had extra bulbs in the glove compartment. Double check. Yep, still there.
However, once I pull out the (what I thought was a burned out bulb), I notice I don't have the right kind.
Greeeaaattt. Make a trip into Leonard, and get the right kind. Come back to Celeste, and change the bulb. But, the signal still isn't working. Must be the back light (which I thought I had seen in on earlier), but upon looking very carefully, yes it is the back light. Oh great. How the heck do I change the bulb?
It doesn't exactly snap into place with a couple of wing nuts. It needs an allen wrench. Oh goody. I call Harry, and he lets me know where to find them. Ah yes, there the are.
He advised me, just a thought, he said, to possibly wait until tomorrow, given the karma today just doesn't seem to be very good for me today.
I think he's right.
Just one of those days.

There are still good folks out there

Actually, I was conflicted on what the title to this post should be.
One title I had thought was: "I Am Such an Idiot", and I'll explain why I had thought that title would be more fitting.
I had gone into Greenville earlier, for groceries. I went to Wal-Mart, because I like the store, and it has more to offer than the local grocer in Leonard.
I get what I need, go out to the van, turn on the van to get the a/c going, because it's brutally hot out there.
Get the groceries loaded, put the cart in the corral (because I don't want to go on Judge Judy for failure to place the cart in its correct spot), and I go to Arby's for their 5 roast beef sandwiches for $5 deal. As I'm driving to the window, I realize, I don't have my wallet with me. Oh sh--. I left it in the cart at Wal-Mart. Get to the window, and tell them my predicament. Go back to Wal-Mart, and found the cart right where I left it, but, no wallet. OK, maybe I overlooked it in my van. Search the van, no luck.
I go inside to the service desk to ask if anyone had turned in a wallet in the last 20 minutes, and again, no luck. Great. I gave them a description of my wallet, its contents, and a phone number to contact me just in case.
In the meanwhile, since I'm in town, I thought I'd better stop at the bank and let them know what happened. I had to close the original savings and checking accounts, open others, so I can pay bills, and am told I will have to call any companies that make an auto-draft.
I'm on my way back to the kennel, going over in my head what cards and such I have in the wallet. And give myself a headache thinking of all the calls and such I need to make.
I get back to the kennel, and unload the groceries, and there is a message on the answering machine. It was the lady at the service desk at Wal-Mart, letting me know, that a nice gentleman had found my wallet, and by the description of the contents, it looked as though everything was still there. I was elated!!
So, I make another round trip to Greenville to retrieve my wallet.
Thus the title to the blog, there are still nice folks out there.
In the meanwhile, I still have to make several calls to change the account number for auto-drafts.
With my luck, had I waited a while to see if my wallet had turned up, before going to the bank, I would have never found it.
But, better to be safe than sorry.
Yes,Virginia, there are still good folks out there.
I just wish I knew who the gentleman was that was so kind and honest.
In the meanwhile, I will try my best to pay it forward, whatever I can do.