So, I said in a previous post that I lost my keys at the free-for-all fireworks fun last night. What strikes me as amazing is, upon hearing that I couldn't find my keys, my daughter dug in her purse, found a copy of my car key and proclaimed that we could make it home. During the ride home she remarked that maybe her car broke down, making her have to drive my car so she would have my car key BECAUSE this moment was coming. As I've remarked in other conversations, al-anon tools and my God thoughts, permeate almost every conversation and I am so struck by how much more prepared she is for life's confusions that I was at that age.

And I found my keys. Sometimes I have to just let go to get the answer I need. Stop thinking about it, stop worrying it and let the subconscious work it out; my memory tripped back to the night, fireworks going off all around us and I dug in my pocket for my keys to unlock my trunk and get two bottles of water to put out the smoldering remains of a fire; as I struggled with the water bottles that have to be squeezed to be opened (and you get wet squeezing the bottles), I dropped my keys - I KNEW where they were and when I drove back there, yup, that's where I found them.