Well, the story starts a few months ago, when one of my Oggettes
decided she would love to
raise a puppy to be a
guide dog . We talked a lot about it, and as a family came to
the conclusion that it would be perfect for us and the dog, so she
applied.
Fast forward to last weekend. We had been invited to watch one
of the puppy raiser classes, and happily geocached our way back
home. Well, I was happy about it, those particular Oggettes weren't
as much.
We stopped for food at a pizza place, after being led around in
circles by the GPS for a while. During our supper, I was staring at
my drink and suddenly, from the ceiling of the pizzeria, a voice
spoke out to me 'Thou shalt hide a cache and Recycle The Lizard
shalt be its name'
Fast forward again, to a few days ago, when I was trying to get
flyingfisher to join me in a
FTF. She was cooking and thought that was more important.
Because I am such a good friend, I was a bit hesitant to run out
and just grab it before her, although next time I might not be so
nice. This time I had an even more evil plan though.
I loaded my GPS and two Oggettes in the van and drove off to
hide this cache. We hurried through the woods, willing my cell
phone to NOT ring yet. Just when I was almost hiding the cache, it
does. I hand the cell phone to Oggette Kate and say 'Here! Pretend
we are in the car and DON't SAY ANYTHING about hiding this
cache!'
Somehow we lost connection anyway, and we hurried and hurried
and were back at the van in no time at all.
We did get the FTF, and the Oggettes did not spill the cache
beans, and we all arrived home happy and satisfied.
Me even more so, knowing that I was going to report this new
cache tonight and then flyingfisher and whoever was in the
neighbourhood could go out and race each other and there would be
much competition and people lost in the woods without flashlights
and life would be good!
Instead, I turn on my GPS and there is NO WAYPOINT for this new
cache! Shucks! I blame flyingfisher for distracting me with a phone
call while I was hiding it.
So tonight, I finally made it back, mark the new coordinates,
and mutter to myself about stupidity and forgetfullness and other
horrors of life.
But the universe reminded me that sometimes things work out even
if our first plan didn't happen, because there were many, many bats
hunting over the pond and I spent at least twenty minutes just
standing there, watching the bats ballet.
Life is good, especially with puppies and lizards and bats!