Old Lady

 Friday when I got home from watching the grandkids all day, I first went around to check the tree branch that had blown down the night before in the backyard.  I was speculating whether the neighbors would take care of it since it was their tree, or if I needed to get out a saw a start hacking. I have really good neighbors so I was pretty sure that they would take care of it. Nothing had happened by Friday afternoon though. I also brought in the trash containers from the curb and checked the mail.  As I was getting ready to go in a police car pulled up and the officer inside hailed me.

He asked me if I had been home all day. I told him that I had just gotten home. He told me that they were looking for an old woman reported walking around the subdivision checking mailboxes and walking around to the side yards.  She wasn't in trouble, it was a welfare check.  I told him that I hadn't seen anyone.  He asked me to call if I saw an old woman in denim shorts and I put the non-emergency number into my phone.

Afterwards, as I went out for I walk it started to dawn on me that perhaps that officer thought that he had found the old woman that they were looking for.  I was wearing shorts (not denim, but dark colored).  I had walked around to the side yard and checked the mail box. At least I was able to use my cell phone and put in the police non-emergency number that he had given me. I spoke as though I still made sense, I hope, so there is that.  But, I have a feeling that he reported that he had spoken to the woman that they were looking for and nothing was amiss.

I wanted to call him back and say, "Wait. I can prove to you I was with my grandchildren all day.  I am not the woman you are looking for." Sigh, but that would make me seem crazier than he probably already thought that I was.