Day 282; Footnotes of Lessons and Learning

I gave him one more reason to laugh, but that’s not a bad thing.


Yesterday my son asked if I would plug up the camper so the battery wouldn’t go dead. Not a problem. I really wasn’t doing much else at the moment. So he went back to work from his lunch break, and I went out in the rain to unlock the camper, get the drop cord and plug it up.


Only I couldn’t get the door unlocked.


No matter what I tried. No matter what variation of turning the two locks in the door. I could not get that door to open. So, tired of standing in the rain, I gave up. I told him when he got home that I couldn’t get the door open. He sort of laughed at me and walked away.


Today I went back outside and tried again. I tried what I thought to be every variation there possibly could be, in an attempt to open that door so I could get the drop cord. Finally fifteen minutes and no luck later, I gave up.


When my son got in from work I told him that I had tried again, and still couldn’t get the door open. Of course, he walked out and immediately got the door unlocked and open. I had him show me what he did. I’ll forget. But we got the camper plugged up and that’s what matters.


When I went outside, I didn’t pull the front door all the way closed so Molly slipped inside. My son saw and asked if I put her inside. Nope. Bella was still outside so we started loving on her. At one point telling her to find a stick. She ran across the yard and came back with one bringing it to me. I tossed it across the yard, she ran for it and brought it back to my son. He threw it, she went after it and Molly was inside going crazy. Crying and whining and carrying on. Finally she couldn’t stand any more and came barreling out the door she had slipped in through. Laughing at her we then came back inside. Molly then stood there looking after us like she was wondering what just happened.


Now, people and dogs have been fed and Molly and Bella are inside and stretched out sleeping. My son has plans for tomorrow which will leave me to myself. That could prove dangerous if I get too bored.
As I sit here now, Expedition Unknown on television, my mind wanders. This guy, no matter what he is investigating, never finds the full answer. We are left to wonder and imagine. We are left, to cheer on those who are searching for treasures and answers.


Such is life. We are on a journey, and expedition, to find what adventures await us. Journeying through life, the storms, the valleys, the long roads where we do not know what awaits around that next bend. Often, we may slip through one door, to find ourselves looking out on what appears to be something fun we are missing out on. We may see where it appears others are doing better, have better, be more set for success, but we are only seeing outside appearances. We don’t know the battles others face. The struggles to unlock doors, even when they have the keys.


Just as my son showed me how to unlock the door, there are those who can help us find the correct route and manner to travel our journey. One who is the perfect guide, teaching the proper ways and attitudes. Encouraging and loving. Giving those learning lessons toward a better life.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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