I just had a bunch of little adventures – tiny adventures. Not even adventures,  just random bits of activity. I went and paid property taxes. On the way, I saw gas was at $3.22, but didn’t stop because I had a lot in my tank and decided hacking my cough in the chill wasn’t a good trade off for a couple of gallons. Maybe on the way back, I thought. I also figured by the time I got back home, the price would have gone up. My luck, dontcha know?

Indeed, when I passed the station again, the price was still $3.22 so I went around the block and pulled in. I put my card in the slot and the price popped up to be $3.19. I turned and watched the big sign change numbers. Woo-Hoo. Three cents.

My luck was three cents – not a lottery win – just three cents. Then I coughed and decided maybe my original win was not getting pneumonia and the ‘three cents times the number of gallons’ was the change left over in my winnings once I had redeemed my “Get Out of Pneumonia” card.

However, not to be too impressed with the good luck thing,  I must keep in my mind that a young bank officer informed me the lockbox from which I had retrieved my mother’s will following her death wasn’t accessible to me because they had no proof my father was dead and that my key (smirk, smirk) wasn’t a lock box key. To placate me, he tried it and by gosh and hold onto your pants, it worked. But he couldn’t use his matching one because . . . my father wasn’t listed as dead.

Actually, I guess there was a little adventure in my day.  It is probably what will be start of “The Lock Box Saga”, volume to be determine of the Nancy Drew series.