A tree hemmed in by giants
Requires tenacity to survive.
Deng Ming~Dao
I'm sure you are wondering what the heck that chair is doing in the middle of no~where. Or maybe you are not…but I will tell you a little story about this little chair that became rest for the weary Sunday afternoon!
Many of you have been to Rhinebeck or similarly large fiber events where the parking lot is very full. Saturday, I didn't get to the fair until lunch time, so I was ushered to what would be considered the "nosebleed" section of a ballgame. Very very far away. The plus of being very very far away, was that I got out of the fairgrounds very quickly.
Sunday I managed to snag a parking place that was pretty close to the entrance…boo~yah! I remembered taking mental note of what section I was in and remembered that I was first in a line of 2 rows of cars. Knowing I was leaving earlier than most people, I figured I would be able to hop right in the car and go….
I did a little shopping on Sunday, collected this beautiful chair from my friend Norm Hall and headed on out to my car. Feeling pretty confident as to where it was, I cheerfully headed in that direction. The sun was shining, the foliage stunning and I had spent 2 wonderful days with some of my favorite people. Yep, I was feeling pretty darn cheerful.
Sadly, this is where the good cheer came to abrupt end….
As I strolled down the path, my first thought was…..Hmmm………not here? Down another row…..not here either? Hmmph…that's strange. On and on it continued until I had walked almost every row to the street entrance and then back again. Stopping every now and then to hit the panic button and lock button on my key ring. Nope……..no panicky sounding car…..no flashing lights? CRAP!! Where the HULL is my car?????
Ok, so 45 minutes later after walking probably what amounted to 2 miles and feeling very sure that I was entertainment for the parking attendants, I finally sat down on my chair ready to cry. Trying not to panic, I picked up my phone and called Ken. Of course there was nothing that he could do for me, but I was hoping that he could help calm the panic I was starting to feel. Did my new car get stolen? CRAP, CRAP, crap…………
As I was sitting there, looking towards the entrance and preparing to tell Ken my tale of woe…….there it was, like a beacon of light…….. wouldn't you know my car was sitting 2 rows closer to the entrance than I ever imagined……….SIGH!
(It's ok…..you can laugh, I won't be offended………more about Rhinebeck tomorrow…….)
The Woolen Rabbit 
Oh, the laughs are so totally in sympathy, having done that little routine a number of times myself, though not at Rhinebeck. Love that chair. In fact, I may have sat on it. I have my eye on one for me.
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No laughing here….I had a similar experience Saturday on the way to the car with the Wee Robin. We parked near three trees so it would be easy to find, but when I went out the wrong gate, I couldn’t find the trees! That’s a great chair….wish I’d had something to sit on when I realized I had to go all the way back to the car because I had left my cell phone in the car AGAIN!
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You poor thing! That is a nightmare I would totally have. Glad you had your lovely chair to sit in to figure it all out.
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Oh, No! I so would have walked with you, you should have called me to help you look. The upside to that? You burned off that chicken wrap we had for lunch!
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No kidding Kim but I’ve actually HAD a dream like this MANY times believing my car was stolen. It’s a terrible feeling. I’m so glad you finally found yours though.
🙂
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Cheryl and I lost my car both days — there was something about that back lot that was very disorienting. So awesome to see you!!!
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I lost my car the first day. Margene had to find it for me. After that, I was okay. It’s a sea of cars, and the view changes after you have parked and left. See how many of us have done this??
You will LOVE that chair.
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I can totally relate!! Many moons ago, I attended my one and only Grateful Dead concert. I was meeting friends there, who often followed the dead. They told me that most likely I would “meet them in the parking lot”. Well, we can imagine how that went! So, after wandering around inside the arena for a while, I did find my friends. But I lost ALL clues to which entrance I came in. So it led to quite a frustrating walk around a HUGE parking lot, in the dark, with a bunch of Dead fans after the concert!! But I am so glad I did get to see them once.
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It’s true, Kathy and I did lose the car both days! And the second morning I was so careful to make good mental notes about where we parked. It was the most confusing parking area I can remember ever being in.
And that’s Terry for you, always seeing the positive. She’s just a “glass half full” kind of gal. Haha!
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You poor thing! At least you had your chair, and you could sit down and rest! I’ve done the same thing, more often than not. Once, in a huge parking garage, going round and round. Horrible, horrible, feeling. One word for you: Seinfeld!!!!!!!!
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Margene and I couldn’t find my car on Sunday either. We didn’t look for as long as you did, though. Poor dear!
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The chair is beautiful. I would love to learn how to do the weaving because I have a chair that needs a new seat.
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I’m glad there was a happy ending and the car was not stolen after all.
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OH I have NIGHTMARES like that. Now maybe I’ll have alittle chair to sit on and cry in my dreams! Sorry !
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Kim- The panic button didn’t work? Oh dear.
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I am surprised I didn’t run into you on Sunday. I wondered around the lot looking for my bus for a long time. I must have run up to a half dozen camper/handicapped vehicles that looked just like the short bus that brought us from Watkins Glen/Ithaca/Vestal. And I agree with your feeling of providing entertainment for the parking attendants! LOL : )
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I did something like that in college, except it was my mother’s car and I had taken my roommate to the mall. I parked in a different area of the lot than normal and came out the wrong door. I panicked when i couldn’t find the car. We actually walked around half the whole darn sprawling suburban mall before I found it.
It was fabulous to see you this weekend. That is a beautiful chair. Use it in good health 🙂
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In that sea of cars…. the only reason I found mine as easily as I did on Saturday is because it was near the handicapped section marked out with tape and orange cones. At least you had a seat to sit in. And what a pretty seat it is!
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What a relief that you found it. Good thing you had a chair to sit down in.
Many , many years ago my parents were at a major league baseball game and afterwards couldn’t find their car. They had to wait until everyone left and the parking lot was cleared out in order to find their car. My mom still tells that story…
It happens….
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Not to make anyone feel bad, but I’ve never lost my way, ever! I think I was born with a homing device. Drop me off blind folded, turn me around a few times and I’ll still find my direction. Hubby is envious. Beautiful chair, I watched him weave one on Saturday.
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Love the chair and glad you found a way to put it to use!!!
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Oh no! Well…at least you were able to rest during your search… ;o)
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Many many years ago, I worked at a store in a mall. One day my grandmother came to give me a ride home from work. We went out to where she remembered parking her car, but couldn’t find it. We walked up and down every line of parked cars in the whole lot before she finally said, “To hell with this, let’s go get ice cream.” Back into the mall we went, had ice cream (hot fudge sundaes, as I recall), and when we came out, there was her car in exactly the spot she had thought it was to begin with. (We had looked in that spot four times. The car was NOT there before ice cream…)
I think vehicles wander off sometimes when we’re not looking. Maybe going out for ice cream?
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I had no idea your day of fun ended that way. Last year Terry locked her keys in the car and we had to call in the troups. We’ll be there to fan out across the parking lot if you have trouble again.
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Oh no! It’s a good thing that you found it though!
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OMG!!
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I “lost” my car, too, two years ago. I was certain I knew where it was — and I was somewhat close to the entrance. I also thought it was stolen, but quickly realized no one wanted a 7-year old Subaru! But there is something about exiting from an adjacent gate that gets you turned slightly off balance and then . . . lost car.
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hahaha, well i’m a little late reading this but i was scairt for ya, sistah!
now, i’m laughing and simply jealous of your chair . . that might be a good thing for me to buy for the downstairs area . . .
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