Best laid plans

blogIMG_8057There’s a saying that I’ve often heard, “The best laid plans of mice and men go astray.” 

The actual line came from a poem written by Robert Burns way back in 1786. Apparently, the line is actually, “The best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry,” written in a poem Burns penned as an apology to a field mouse whose nest he destroyed while plowing up a field.

That line floated to the surface of the river of thoughts that meander through my mind just recently when Papa and I made what we thought would be a best-laid plan.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, we must forego any kind of real vacation this year. So instead we’ve decided that we will take a day or two here and there as the schedule allows and journey on a day trip to some place we’ve not visited or seen or sounds interesting.

We set a date, checked the weather forecast which promised mild, summer temperatures and blue skies, decided upon a destination, and researched attractions there.  You know, made plans.

Papa plotted our trip, which would take a couple of hours one way, by checking both Google Maps and Mapquest.  We decided upon a more scenic route instead of the more direct one, which would take us through our nearby city at rush hour, something we’ve done way too many times. You know, been there, done that.

And so our journey began.  And with that, our best laid plans started going awry.

The scenic route proved to be the most convoluted, time-consuming, go 1.5 miles then turn, then drive 3 miles and turn, then go 1.5 miles and turn again kind of trip. The longest distance we covered on one road turned out to be 12 miles I believe.  Those blue highways were making us really blue as we started getting annoyed by the directions which seemed to meander all over the countryside instead of making real progress. Busted plan #1.

Twice we pulled over along the roadside because we were convinced we had missed one of those turns and finally, I dug in the glove compartment and felt like shouting ‘Eureka, I’ve found it!’ when I located a map of the state next door in which we were traveling.

With map spread out before us, we finally made our destination more than an hour later than we had hoped. When we arrived, we found construction through the little town we were attempting to visit and traffic back-ups.  Still we forged on and decided to stop at a flea market that promised a little something for everyone.

Um…not something for us. We stayed only an hour and found nothing worth spending time to investigate nor anything to purchase.  Instead disappointment loomed as I picked up several ‘craft’ items only to discover ‘made in China’ on the backs of them. Bust #2.

So those plans went awry too. We then visited some shops which we found expensive and full of items that this couple married for almost 40 years didn’t want and certainly didn’t need.  At this point in our lives, I want to get rid of clutter in my house, not bring in more. Yep, bust #3 in our best laid plans.

We had packed a picnic lunch and were certain we could find a park or some shady beckoning spot to stop, spread a blanket, and eat. We drove and we drove and we drove some more.  No parks to be found, only parking lots.

We ended up sitting in our vehicle in a parking lot spot in front of an empty store front in a small strip mall under the one shade tree there. Busted plan #4.

By this time, it was afternoon and these two disillusioned travelers felt like we should have either:  #1- stayed home or #2- made a last minute plan to visit elsewhere.  (We had considered driving to Lake Erie for the day and just sitting on the beach, taking some nature walks, checking out the lighthouse, and maybe searching for sea glass.)

Throughout the day as those best laid plans went awry, Papa and I kidded each other by saying, “We should have gone to Lake Erie.”  Finally we did find a large pavilion full of antiques that proved interesting and enjoyable to look over and directly behind it another crafts “mall” with real honest-to-goodness handmade crafts.  But after visiting them, we were tired, a tad cranky, and frankly, ready to pull out that map again and find a better path home.

But first, we decided to stop to eat our last meal of the day at a home-style cooking restaurant before we hit the highway home. It was a bit early for dinner (I was glad of that as there weren’t many people there yet and you will soon find out why), but we wanted to get on the road back home. 

After being seated in the large, airy, and nicely decorated country style place, we placed our drink orders and perused the menu.  The waitress came back to our table to serve Papa his raspberry iced tea and me my half sweet, half unsweetened tea.  We were looking forward to just sitting, relaxing, and sipping our iced teas while we decided whether we would have the chicken pot pie or the home style meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

And then it happened.  The waitress placed the raspberry tea in front of Papa and hurriedly began to place my sweet tea down when….surprise! She knocked it over and an entire glass of tea and ice cubes promptly got dumped into my lap! It happened so quickly that I couldn’t even jump back from the table in time to escape the waterfall of tea running down the checkered vinyl table cover. 

I was too shocked to even comprehend how it happened as I sat there with a lap full of tea all over my khaki capri pants. The waitress grabbed some napkins, mumbled an apology, and ran off to get more.

I stood up and tea ran down my legs onto my sandaled feet – sticky, cold, and what a mess. I was given a couple of wet cloths to mop up the tea from my pants, legs, and feet and of course, the table. The waitress said she felt bad, and I replied that accidents happen. But I tell you, it wasn’t very enjoyable trying to eat dinner with soaking wet pants. And it was a bit embarrassing as well. Bust #5.

We ate quickly, – we did have the meatloaf which was good – paid our bill, and couldn’t wait to leave. As we got in our car, we looked at one another and said, “We REALLY should have gone to Lake Erie!”

The trip home was shorter and happily uneventful.  We chalked those plans up to just not our thing and put the day into the memory banks or so we thought.

The next morning I awakened at 6 a.m. to find Papa searching throughout the bedroom with our landline phone held up to his ear.  Groggily I asked him what he was doing.  He was dialing his cell number because he couldn’t find his cell phone. He searched high and low all through the house and the car hoping to hear it vibrate.  It was nowhere to be found. He lost it on our trip! Bust #6.

Again, we should have gone to Lake Erie!

Finally, we thought through where we may have been when he last used it the day before.  He liked some leather handmade belts at the crafts mall, and he tried one on to make sure it fit before he purchased it. When he took his old belt off to do so, he laid his cell down on the display,  got distracted, and forgot to pick it back up. At least that’s what we thought had happened.

Neither one of us wanted to make the return trip to the place where our best laid plans went awry.  We waited until 9 a.m. when the shops opened and called to ask if anyone had turned in a cell phone. No, was the answer but Papa asked if they would check at the display.  Eureka! It was still there and the manager said they would ship it to us at no charge to us.  One bright spot from a day of one disappointment after another.

It’s just like life. Sometimes plans don’t go the way you hope they would. But there’s always something to be thankful for. At least, Papa got his cell phone back.

But…our next day trip probably is going to be to Lake Erie. And we’re not going to plan anything.

“Adventure is just bad planning.” ~ Roald Amundsen, Norwegian explorer

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12 responses

    • I sure hope so, Montucky! As one of my former co-workers (a lovely Southern lady) used to say, “My, we are having a time!” She wouldn’t say what kind of a time, just a time. Ha! That was the kind of day we had.

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  1. Oh my goodness! This is what we have referred to for many years as “Makin’ Memories!” I’m just so sorry you had to make so many memories on one single day. Sigh… “throws up hands” By all means, take another excursion soon to actually enjoy an outing. 😉

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  2. I don’t know that hubby and I have ever had THAT many “busts” in one trip. But, when things don’t always go the way we expect, one of us usually makes a comment that we’re just happy to be together! And I’m sure you two felt that way too. Glad “Papa” found his phone and it is on its way back to him!

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      • Yes, it became rather comical as we waited to see what would happen next. We learned the hard way (how most of our lessons come) that our car rental place was a local franchise–not part of the national chain. We had a tire blow out two states away and our options were to wait for them to bring us another car, or take it to the dealer when it opened (Monday). We couldn’t swap it at the local agency, the car had to be returned where we picked it up. Hubby and I made the most of two days in a city we’d never explored while the rest of the family went to Disney without us. And that was our first day…LOL

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