Accidentally on Purpose

The other day, I was holding my granddaughter. When I handed her back to her mama to go down for a nap, I realized I ‘d misplaced my phone. It eventually turned up on the kitchen counter, where I spotted it just as I was taking the dogs out to play in the yard. In addition to romping they both pooped, and lucky for me, I’d brought poop bags, but I forgot my phone, thus missing some great photo ops of them cavorting. It was horribly hot and humid and when I got back, I bypassed my phone and jumped into the pool. The water was perfect. Sam and I went for a bike ride because I wanted him to see the house with a life-size pair of Clydesdale horse statues on the lawn and then we parked the bikes and walked down to the river. A train passed over the drawbridge, right over our heads, and I would’ve taken a picture, but since I’d forgotten my phone, we just experienced it. When I got back home I picked up my phone but somewhere between talking to people and eating a peach and folding towels, and vacuuming up a spider web I lost it again. I looked up the definition of Freudian slip and thought, yes, this qualifies, so when I found my phone again I listened to my subconscious and put it away.