If I hadn’t been searching for woolens to mothproof, I never would’ve made my discovery!
In the chest at the foot of our bed, where I stow my grandma’s down comforter and a lion from the former FAO Schwartz, I uncovered woolen items hunkering at the bottom. I found the plaid mohair lap-blanket Mom gave me as a child (I’d looked for it last winter without success) and the marvelous bedspread and a shawl my mother used. Fortunately, neither had been invaded by larvae.
I usually don’t lose things. Or do I? Where do my socks scamper off to? I’m always afraid the moment I throw away the remaining sock, its partner will show up. The same goes for earrings.
Have you ever lost your car in a parking lot or garage? My excuse is my automobile is beige and sits low, easy to hide behind a larger vehicle. However, when my husband and I travel in our SUV, I can’t locate it in the parking lot either. These days most vehicles seem to look the same.
In an attempt to stay organized, I mounted a brass hook rack for keys. My husband knows not to use my favorite hook at the end, which I claimed. And I also installed hooks for my house keys so I can easily grab one when I take off for a walk.
So, how is it possible that I misplace my keys? Several times recently my keyring was lurking at the bottom of my purse. In my defense, my purse is lined in black. The interior stays clean, but it’s a black hole. It’s embarrassing how many times I’ve had to sit on the porch and wait for my husband to come home to let me in because I’ve lost my keys. I’ve also become quite friendly with the locksmith too because we’ve had to have the locks changed a few times. I remember I lost my keys once whilst I was out so not only could I not get into the house, I couldn’t get into my car either – that’s after I’d found the car in the parking lot too. Luckily, the Locksmith came to my rescue and helped me get back into the car so that I could go to my husband’s work and borrow his keys to get home. Sometimes, I feel like I am queen of the lost and found, or perhaps just lost.
Some of my friends are the same, to be honest. Perhaps we get it from one another… If you can believe it, my best friend also lost her car once. She was at the supermarket and spent the next two hours retracing her steps, asking every employee if they’d seen her keys, but to no avail. My locksmith buddy was busy so she decided to call a vehicle shipping company (click here to visit their website) to come and pick the SUV up and take it home. To be fair to them they were brilliant and they would have done it, but they said they usually do more long-distance relocation jobs. In the end, her husband (who it’s fair to say was rather unimpressed) turned up and someone had eventually handed the kets into the customer service desk at the supermarket so they managed to get back into the car. That was quite the ordeal.
Have you taken a shortcut and lost your way, as I did recently? Or lost your place in a book? Do you sometimes feel like you’re losing your memory or just one marble at a time? What do you most often misplace? Have you found solutions I could borrow?
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