Forgetting


The kid area at Kings Island

I haven’t forgotten about the ol’ journal, but the days have been packed and I went to a wedding on Saturday and I’m behind on my list of work duties and I think we’re closing on our house in seven days and I haven’t packed anything and and and…

Hello crazy summer.

I did steal a day to Kings Island with everyone at work. We braved Sahara desert temperatures and battled the cicada armies.

Squeezed myself into a few kid rides, rode a few of the grown-up coasters, and when I was simply too tuckered to walk anymore and it was time for the kids to head out, I went to the parking lot to find out… I lost my keys.

The resulting ordeal took two hours. A trip around the park retracing my sore footsteps, a concession to give up and exit, and then… just as I was leaving… a manager stopped us and said, “Aren’t you the one that lost your keys?” (insert nod) “They found them.”

(and then I walked all the way back to the coaster to retrieve them)

My dogs barked over the sigh of relief.

Current music: MGMT “Weekend Wars”