All right, some days my life is just a poorly plotted novel.
Today would have been my mom's 83rd birthday (still to close to when she died, only twelve weeks ago), so my son and I went to the cemetery to put flowers on the grave. My doctor's appointment ran longer than I thought it would, but I wasn't on any schedule, so it was close to dusk when we went to the cemetery. Drove in, put the flowers on the grave, cried, got back in the car, cried again, and headed for the gate. Evidently, they closed the cemetery while we were on the grounds, the gates were pad locked and chained.
There is a drop (think moat deep) all along the edge of the grounds that lack a fence (I thought about trying to drive out through the 'clearing' until my son and I figured I would bottom out and then how would I explain that to...whoever). I drove around, all the gates were locked; without a way to get out, I called the cemetery and got their answering service. I explained I was locked in the cemetery. The nice girl on the phone took my phone number and said she would see if she could get someone to call me back who could help me. So, I called the police. They weren't as surprised as I thought they would be. In fact, the officer said it happens periodically and they would send someone to let me out.
In the meantime, the man from the cemetery called me. I went through my song and dance for him, his comment was, "Well, it's late. How comfortable is your car?"
At my shriek of "What!" he said, "No, I'm kidding. Really, just kidding, I'll tell you how to find the back road to get out. I'll talk you through it." Which he did.
I met a police car coming in just as I was leaving (they were coming to lead me out, seems it happens enough that the police know how to get in and out the back way to rescue those trapped inside).
Time for a hot bath.
---I still have to answer those who responded to the previous entry, but I just want to thank everyone for their prayers and kind thoughts; they have helped me more than I can say.