I didn’t know I had a problem.
I had one all day job. She had sent me a text with access codes, so I headed to her house.
“Gate code 5081* Gameroom code 0219, Lockbox on porch 0219.”
I pulled up to the gate, checked the text for the code, and punched in the code : 5018*.
I did it again.
I had driven 45 minutes to get here. Come on!
I looked at the text.
Yeah, you probably saw it, right?
I reversed the last two numbers.
5081*…gate opened and I was on my way.
I pulled up to the house, unloaded my equipment, walked to the front door, checked the text and entered 2019.
I thought maybe it was just stuck. No luck.
I sent her a text. “Are you sure the lockbox is 2019?”
“0219,” she texted back.
Well I wish she had told me right the first time.
I checked the text.
I finished the job. It took me about five hours.
I got a text from a new customer who happened to own a house in the area, and he wanted a bid for window cleaning at his house. I told him I would go by on my way home, so he texted me the address.
“552 E Eldorado.”
I drove into the development, looked for 525, turned around twice wondering why he gave me an odd number when all the addresses were even.
I rechecked the text.
Three times in one day?
Is this a new thing?
Is it old age?
Nah. It couldn’t be that.
Although…a lady at our church had asked me, “Randy! Why did you grow a beard?! Wendy needs to have you shave that off! It makes you look older?” She was cooking a pot of stew on the stove.
“You need to stir that pot,” I told her with a grin, “not this one.”
Maybe the energy to grow this scraggly beard is drawing important cells from my brain reserves….
Yeah! I bet that’s it!
Whew! That’s a relief!