Ignorance, the Mother of Adventure

The plan to drive B2 a couple of kilometres to the Doctor’s practice was sound and succesful. So successful in fact that I couldn’t resist propelling a little further east, just to see what lay over the horizon of the next intersection. And the next, and the following, and the one after that.

So, if I hadn’t decided to continue all the way across town to the shopping centre, I might not have flattened B2’s batteries. And then I might not have had to timidly ask if I might use a power point in a Café.

And if I hadn’t stayed for a second cup of tea in the Café, waiting for the batteries to charge, I might not have been running so late heading home. And if I hadn’t been delayed I probably wouldn’t have made the regrettable mistake of balancing my iPhone on my lap while I drove B2, just in case my Favourite Wife rang to find out why it was that the sun was setting and I wasn’t home.

And if I hadn’t had to backtrack so far fruitlessly searching for my lost iPhone I probably wouldn’t have completely flattened B2’s batteries yet again!

And if the man who found my phone hadn’t been so kind, and if he didn’t happen to live just round the corner from my Favourite Wife’s work, she might not have retrieved my lost phone; and then she might not have come looking for me in the car as the chill of dusk crept in.

And if the man who found my phone (whose name I may never know) hadn’t pressed redial on my phone he wouldn’t have ended up speaking to a girl I went to school with, and she wouldn’t have been able to send him a rather neat thankyou-gift from the prime time TV series she produces.

And if Karen hadn’t come looking for me, then she wouldn’t have known that I was about to get stuck in the growing dark with no battery power; and I wouldn’t have been able to send her home to get the brand new, thick, red rope I had in our garage – ready for just such a moment as this. And then I wouldn’t have been able to hang onto the rope and yell directions through the back hatch of our car. Mainly “Slow Down!”

And if I hadn’t of done that, I might still have been out there!

We couldn’t stop laughing when all four of us (me, B2, iPhone, Favourite Wife) finally made it safely indoors. What a huge relief!

Adventure! It’s irresistible; you’ve got to love the ride.


9 Responses to “Ignorance, the Mother of Adventure”

  1. 1 Trish Tiffen May 16, 2010 at 8:39 pm

    Love it, if this didn’t have such a wonderful ending, it would have been scarey!

  2. 2 Karen May 16, 2010 at 9:11 pm

    Ha ha . Well done.

  3. 3 Beant May 18, 2010 at 1:46 pm

    What fun! You will soon work out how far can you go without having to re-charge B2’s batteries. If it’s not far enough, perhaps you can take spares with you – if such a thing is possible?

    Return of your iPhone – there are such nice people in this world.

  4. 4 Milton S May 21, 2010 at 3:29 pm

    Thank you for your sense of humour, it wll never change. not like the scone in the jar in Beames Avenue.

  5. 5 Pauggeday May 23, 2010 at 6:48 pm

    Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
    I’ve been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!

    Thumbs up, and keep it going!

    Christian, iwspo.net

  6. 6 roderickmallen May 23, 2010 at 6:58 pm

    Ahh, the scone jar. Let’s hope the memory is the only thing that lives on!

  7. 7 roderickmallen June 2, 2010 at 11:34 pm

    Hey, thanks so much for your comment! Ive only just found it; apparently it went to the spam folder for some reason. I hope that you keep enjoying the journey; its very rewarding to have people along for the ride!

  8. 8 Kate Coffman June 14, 2010 at 7:59 am

    Hi Rod,

    The baby is sleeping for longer than expected, so I’m catching up on your blogs instead of folding the laundry (don’t tell Mark!)

    I love this one, and since we were able to visit you last year it’s nice to have a pretty accurate picture in my head of your adventure as it unfolded. I always appreciated your way of retelling stories. I have a vague memory of a ‘catsserole’ story from one Sunday evening service (who knows if I spelt that right – do you remember it?)

    Lots of love to all of you – Kate

  9. 9 roderickmallen June 14, 2010 at 12:26 pm

    Hello Kate!

    I loved this story too. It was just so funny – especially once it was all over. The Catserole story deserves retelling, I’m glad you reminded me of it!

    I enjoy it so much when I know that some of our friends are reading along … it’s like having travelling companions on the road and your presence is absolutley tangible! Must go online and see your newest photos today.

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