As I keep repeating in hopes the shock will wear off, my compadre was seriously injured on June 3.
In accordance with my continuing desire to make sure life is as complicated as possible, the first thing I did upon our return from his emergency treatment was to lose the plug-in cord for my cellular phone.
It wasn't the end of the world. I do have a cord in the Jeep, so when I seriously need a charge I could head out back and sit still for ten or fifteen minutes -- always my favorite thing to do in times of crisis.
Losing stuff wouldn't be half as unnerving if, when catastrophes hit, I didn't devote serious time and thought to tidying. When life is out of control, I need clear spaces and the confidence that when I reach for something, it will be there.
And so it was, except for that blasted plug-in cord.
Day before yesterday I decided to take photos of the St. Snidely picnic blanket, and you'll never guess what I discovered when I opened the camera case. Yes, indeed; I'd tucked my phone cord into the camera case, thinking it was the camera-to-laptop cord.
The kind of joy that only comes in catastrophes, because under ordinary circumstances the want of a phone cord is a mild annoyance. When the going gets tough, though, the want of a phone cord can be the final straw - and the end of that want thus becomes a truly joyful moment.