DAY 531: Lost and Found

It is surprisingly easy to loose things in the bus. Reading glasses, the fabric twisty things that you use to make your hair into a bun, the lighter. Today when I stopped to buy another pair of reading glasses, jugs of water, and cat treats, I couldn’t find my credit card. After emptying my purse, I remembered the last time I used it was when I got gas about 50 miles back. It was only by some quirky fate that I pushed “yes” for a gas receipt because I just don’t. I remember using the phone to take a picture of the $100 sale that only filled my tank to three quarters. I must have put the credit card and the gas cap on the ground, picked up the cap but for some reason, didn’t pick up the credit card. When took my bag of garbage out to the trash bin, I looked at the gas receipt but for some reason, didn’t add it to the bag. That allowed me to call the station. I learned someone had found my credit card on the ground by one of the pumps and turned it in. It’s being mailed to Georgia. I offer a gazillion thanks to the person who turned it in – and to every person who’s ever done the same. 

I am staying at Lake Anna Winery in Spotsylvania, Virginia tonight, and surprised myself by liking their gold medal winner Barrel Select Chardonnay enough to buy a bottle,and I couldn’t resist buying the bumper sticker “Virginia makes wine; Napa makes auto parts,” and added that to the other recent purchases. 

My last two nights were spent at a Love’s truck stop in Maryland, hanging with a friend from Boston that is only three hours away from Dorchester, but here it is, eight hours away and we’re going out to eat and sitting on the bus catching up on life. The constant coming and going of tractor trailers makes tonight’s silence a blessing. I can see an occasional set of headlights so far away they don’t make a sound. Out the back window I can see lights in the distance. I do believe the sunrise might wake me.