Do you lose things?
Keys? Shoes? Papers? Reading glasses?
I’ve lost them all.
More than once. Dozens of times.
Lately, I have developed losing things into an art form. Not that I’m proud of it. It’s embarrassing.
You are probably organized.
You probably don’t understand what I’m talking about. You have probably never lost your purse. You have probably never lost your shoes. You have probably never misplaced your cell
phone. Maybe you are left brained.
I am right brained. I
envy left brained people, sort of. I say
sort of, because I love being right brained.
I just hate losing things. It’s inconvenient, and downright annoying.
Fortunately I never lost any of the children, at least not
permanently, and I have never misplaced my house.
I have fixed some of my problems with losing things by
having a particular place where I always put those easily lost things. It works really well, mostly.
I have been missing
my car keys for 2 weeks and I have looked everywhere. That cute little hook thing that keeps them
attached to my purse works every time, except for when I don’t take my purse
with me.
I know exactly where my purse is and all my shoes except
that one pair. I have lost only one sock
from each pair. I tend to lose them on the couch when Friend-husband gives me
foot rubs. Oh well, it’s only socks, and
I adore foot rubs.
On Tuesday I lost a little pile of checks that were ready to
be deposited. I wonder if someone sneaked into my house and
put them in their pocket. Not likely. Where
could they be?
I hope there are a couple of angels with time on their hands
today. I hope they will come to my house
and help me find The Lost.
Linda Garner