So I decide to go out to the new house, take a few pictures, unload some stuff I picked up at Home Depot. I get halfway there and I realize I’m sitting on E. I’m in the middle of nowhere sitting on E. I suggest to myself I should turn around now, not waste any more gas going all the way out to the house. I’m afraid I won’t make it to the gas station if I do. So I turn around, drive back out the country road, past the farmhouse where I live now, on into town where there is one gas station about five miles out of town.
I arrive at the one gas station anywhere around and reach for my purse. No purse. I thought I was just driving over to the house so I didn’t bother to bring my purse. I realize that now I have to drive all the way back to my house to get my purse. I go home, get my purse, drive back to the gas station–running on fumes by now. I pull up and the clerk is outside sticking a sign on one of the two old-fashioned gas pumps that says, “Out of Gas.” A guy is already hooked up getting gas at the one remaining pump. I say desperately, “Don’t use it all!!!” I’m prepared to take him down if necessary.
He takes pity on me, or thinks I look scary. I get gas, drive back out to the new house, panic when my car starts sliding on the still-snowy driveway even in 4WD and end up backing up and parking at the bottom. So much for unloading stuff out of my car. Hey, I can still salvage something out of this afternoon now that I’ve spent a solid hour and a half trying to go a mere three miles away. I can take pictures!
I hike up the driveway in the cold, reach the top, pull out my camera, turn it on.
Blinking red message on the LCD for just a second. “Low battery.”
Screen goes black.
Some days are meant for staying in bed, don’t you think?