Monday, September 7, 2009


I can point the finger of doubt and make up a perfectly illogical explanation for simple events. On Saturday night Phil watched the BYU-Oklahoma football game. I watched a DVD, Last Chance Harvey. At 8:45 I ran to Redbox to return it and then stopped by Pam's house on the way home. When I drove into her cul-de-sac I noticed all the lights were off at her neighbor, Faye's house. I don't know that I've ever seen all the lights off at Faye's house.

When I left Pam's house all the lights were on at Faye's house and their car was gone, their daughter's car was gone--the daughter lives in the basement apartment--and a van was parked skeewompus in the driveway.

I all of a sudden knew they had taken Faye's husband to the hospital. The daughter had gone with them because it was so serious. They had called someone to come and stay with the children in the basement apartment--that was the driver of the van, who had screeched on the brakes and ran to take care of the kids, not bothering to park properly.

Of course I called Faye. No answer. That further confirmed my theory. I called the hospital. No one was there by that name. I actually questioned the operator and had her check again, that is how sure I was. Had he gone to another hospital, I wondered?

I called Pam and told her my fears. I was convincing. I'm nothing if not convincing. Soon she said, "Oh, wait. Faye just drove in. I'll go see what's going on."

Pam called me back. Faye and all the family had gone to one of their kid's houses to watch the game--which BYU won, by the way. Faye had come home early. Everyone else was still watching the game. And everyone was fine, by the way. I never did find out why the van was parked sheewampus in the driveway or who it belonged to. I'm sure there is a story there.

I'm also sure Pam
wanted to say, "Way to go, Einstein."

I said it myself.


Laura ~Peach~ said...

LOLOLOLOL have mercy.... and i have to confess i laughed out loud at the comment you left me... cause you are so correct... only I would use a skillet size to describe my fish... but whats sad is very few know what i am talking hubby and i were traveling through your cooking blog.... i think we will be trying several things. :)

Marsha said...

It comes with being a worry wart, does it not? We always imagine the worst scenarios.

Karen Deborah said...

You know people with a lot of imaginations are like that, yeah me too.

Shan said...

I think it's time for a lesson in "Ockham's Razor." Ockham is a guy that basically said that the most simple and logical explination is usually the correct one. So, when in doubt, go with that one. While you are a lot more colorful and interesting than boring old Ockham, maybe he worried less.

Supercool Hotmama said...

I can leap to amazing conclusions like that too! As for Ockham...good grief, how humdrum is that guy's life?

Shawn said...

I am a jumper of conclusions and it drives my hubby crazy!!

Pam's Place said...

No, Lynne, you know I was not thinking that, as I am also a worrwart of the greatest kind. I can completely understand your thought process, so much we think alike.

But at least you are observant -- Faye is my neighbor and i never notice where her car is parked, whether her lights are on, etc. You are a good neighbor. and a friend of the very best sort.

What does Einstein have to do with anything anyway?

Annette said...

Amazing where the mind can go! I'm so glad it wasn't as you imagined.

hillary said...

I'm afraid I have inherrited the 'jumping to conclusions' gene from you. I am not amused.

My spelling ability comes from you also.

I was having an Einstein day yesterday.

Astromom said...

That is so funny, you sound just like me, but it does make you a good writer that imagination of yours.