Intrigue

Intrigue…what a wonderful way to end to a busy day. Yesterday was just another one of my fun filled days in a busy, seemingly never ending schedule. I ate breakfast and made my posts on Facebook, read my Bible and headed off to my daughter Amanda’s house to babysit my granddaughter Hannah… that much was routine. When I was driving to Mt. Pleasant, I stopped for breakfast sandwiches. I remembered that I’d left my bedroom window open and the weatherman called for rain. I wasn’t driving home and be late for my starting time, so I thought it was only one window and continued to my waiting job.

The day was routine, watching some television, watching Hannah, and doing silly things to keep her amused. Just before lunch, the heavens opened and the rain came down in buckets. The wind howled and thunder rolled. One loud clap made Hannah jump and cry. After calming her, I told her that thunder was only a noise and it wouldn’t hurt her.

Amanda came home for lunch and the rain continued. When she returned to work, I loaded Hannah into my car and we drove to Wal-Mart for a few groceries. There, much to my wandering eyes was an aisle end of Christmas ornaments…in August…really? I stopped to get gas and I found my money clip and card case was missing. Thankfully, I kept a spare $20.00 in my wallet and could pay. Another deluge delayed our exit. With my gas tank filled we drove home.

Still worried about the open bedroom window, I called my other daughter Anna to close it. Some good news; it hadn’t rained in.

At shifts end, I hurried home to eat and to go to the monthly meeting of the Chestnut Ridge Historical Society and speakers from the upcoming Flax Scutching. My daughter called. She’d found my money and card case. The missing was located and I relaxed.

Almost as soon as I arrived home, the phone rang. After saying hello, a woman’s almost frantic voice began to share the details of a missing gun. She knew that it was still in the holster on the table, but now it was gone. There was a pause. I don’t know if she was waiting for an answer or what she needed. I was at a loss for words, not sure if I wanted to know more. I merely said, “I believe you have the wrong number.” I fell asleep wondering what the end to this intriguing mystery would be.