I had scheduled on my calendar a School Classmates Luncheon (we meet once a month a different restaurants). So I hurried through my morning, tidying up the kitchen, loading the washing machine, empying the dryer and stuffing the woodstove.
After which I went upstairs and look through my closet to find something suitable for zero degree weather and that fit (notice the operative word is fit). Finding the perfect pairings I checked the house again (a little bit of OCD), make sure all the cats were in, grabbed my purse and keys and out the door.
After stopping at the post office I headed toward the highway and the 20 minutes to the restaurant. It was a pretty day, cold, but pretty, sun was out and very bright.
I arrived at the restaurant about 10 minutes early (I"m usually early, another OCD thing, I think) went inside and asked the hostess if my party had arrived. She informed me they had not and why don't I wait while she checked the reservations.
As I sat there I didn't notice anyone I knew coming in. and I'm not usually the first one there. After a couple minutes I asked if there were any for next week and she again informed me there were not.
At this point I am replaying in my head the voice mail from one of the group letting me know when and where the lunch was. It occurred to me that maybe she said 18th instead of 1th.
So I thanked the hostess and left. As soon as I got home I checked my calendar - and sure enough, it is scheduled for next week.
So, not only was I early for my lunch by a week, but next time I'll look at the calendar with a closer eye.
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