If you happened to be on Interstate 75 or Highway 20 and you saw the lady who looked something like a bobble head doll, you were one of the few who caught a glimpse of me outside of my natural habitat. More elusive than a snipe, trying to avoid a group of Boy Scouts on a snipe hunting trip, I snuck out of my safety zone and traveled many miles away.

The purpose of this foray outside of my carefully constructed hide away was to help my parents flee their bat infested house.  My job was to supervise the move, and like many supervisors, I did my best work with my eyes closed, while many snores escaped into the air.  I was so adept at my supervisory position that I managed to fall asleep sitting up in the floor, with my legs crossed and my computer in front of me.  My husband was quite impressed with my skill level when I accomplished that.  My daughter was also impressed with me and took the following picture of me as I was hard at work.

There was some nervousness displayed by my daughter the first night we were there.  The beds were still located at the bat infested house, which meant the first night we were there working we had to sleep in the bat habitat.  Anna shared with me that she was a little concerned about a bat joining her in bed, so she spent that first night sleeping with the covers over her head.

The next day my brother joined the work party, which meant my job as a supervisor became more stress filled, and required me to spend more time with my eyes closed.  I welcomed the break we all took at a local hot spot called Rhinehart’s Oyster Bar.  This place is known for its beyond casual atmosphere. What that means is that your food is served on paper plates, your iced tea is served in disposable cups and graffiti is encouraged.  The food….ROCKS!

I loved the reading material found on all the tables

This trip represented a lot to me.  Not only did I leave my safety zone, I went really far away from it, without having to deal with a panic attack.  Actually, I did not have any anxiety until we were headed home.  Weird, I know.  However, that is when my usual anxieties started acting up, and I began to fret and worry about what horrible thing might have happened while I was gone.  Guess what horrible thing happened?  Nothing! Nada! Zip! You heard me right, my unfounded worries were just that, unfounded and wrong! If my unfounded worries keep being wrong, then something drastic might happen…I might actually stop worrying about much of anything.