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Carol Perkins: When the morning began

"Some days are full of surprises; this one was a real fooler!" Carol Perkins writes about one day in the life of a devoted Sesquicentennialist and her associate, Judy Wallace
The next earlier Carol Perkins' column in CM: Carol Perkins. Let's Talk about . . . Depps RestaurantBy Carol Perkins

When the morning began, I had no reason to think it would be the most disastrous day I have spent in a long time. It was the kind of day that if I could havehit something or someone and not have hurt them, or myself, I might have been tempted. Here's how it went.



Was filming living history for Sesquicentennial with Judy Wallace

I am working hard, along with others, on the Metcalfe County Sesquicentennial Celebration to be held Labor Day weekend. One part of my job is to film a living history, which means interviewing older people, filming landmarks, and capturing the present for the future. When I volunteered, I thought this would be fun. Fun turned into work.

My good friend Judy (Wallace Irvin) knows everyone in the county. If she doesn't know them, they are new. What better person to tackle this project with me, so off we went today for the first leg of the project.

I found my video camera and charged the battery the night before-so I thought. The camera had not been out of the bag in years, so what I didn't know was that the battery was totally dead. Not a cell left to charge, so I had to take the cord with me.

Something was wrong with the camera

Our first stop was at the nursing home where we planned to interview several of the residents. We prepared out first person, but when I turned on the camera the view was pitch black from the lens. Something was wrong.

We explained we would be back after lunch, so we set out to find a camera.

Slow drive to Sulphur Well, filming through open window

The nursing home let us use theirs, but by that time it was lunchtime for the residents. "We'll come back after lunch," Judy said, so we traveled to Sulphur Well to film that area.

She drove slowly with the window down while I filmed. The heat was so unbearable that I couldn't talk and film, so we went to the next plan. All the while the camera was plugged into the cigarette lighter because the battery was dead in it, too.

While all this is going on, I was getting phone call after phone call about my shirt business. While Judy was driving me to video, I was solving another matter.

Then the girl who works at my store called. "You need to call your niece on her cell phone because she's had a wreck and can't reach you." I was on the phone is why she couldn't reach me.

Niece had been in accident in Nashville

On her way to the Nashville airport, a semi truck side-swiped her friend's vehicle (I don't know all the details but no one was hurt) on a ramp getting onto to I-40 and totaled his truck. When she answered her phone, she was crying, "Aunt Carol, I'm not going to make my flight!"

"Get someone to take you! Ask the police. Call a cab." They were about forty miles from the airport. "Call me if you can't get someone and I'll do something."

What, I didn't know.

Judy and I went back to the nursing home after lunch and tried to find someone to interview, but they were either playing bingo or taking a nap. I would have loved a nap by then. "We'll be back, " Judy told the director.

In the midst of this, my niece calls and tells me that the driver of the tow truck now hauling her friend's truck, delivered her to the airport. "I made it through security and am on my way to the plane."

Problem solved, except for the truck that is gone and the near death experience.I went back to my store to work on a design that had to go to print. I finished with the design and sent it in an email but it wouldn't go. After all that work, the email would not go through. I walked out the door. "I'll handle it tomorrow."

Judy and I planned to meet at five and video buildings around the square.Instead, we taped road signs and landmarks from the car window so the cold air could blow on us. "We need a plan, " she said, "before we do this again."

A plan is always good.

The Subway was out of bacon

Immediately after the last videotaping, we went to Subway for a quick sandwich before a sesquicentennial class reunion meeting at six. "I'll have a bacon on flat bread," I said.

"Sorry, we're out of bacon."

HOW DOES A SUBWAY HAVE NO BACON! That was the last straw. "Put some ham on it," I said as if the girl had hurt my feelings.

Immediately after I got home, the phone rang. I shouldn't have answered it.

Waiting at home: A Let Me Tell You About My Day call

Do you have people who call you and tell you every aspect of their life as if you don't have one? It was one of those calls. "LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAY!" I wanted to interrupt. Instead, I lay the phone on the table, poured myself a cup of coffee, and came back to pick up where this person thought he/she had left off.

Some days are full of surprises; this one was a real fooler!


This story was posted on 2010-09-05 09:42:48
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