Mislaid Not Lost
Where do my things go? After hunting for days, I decide they are lost. Perhaps they are mislaid, not lost! If I lived in an old house, perhaps I’d suspect a ghost or similar, as the things I lose are varied. I know how to find them eventually, but it is costly.
The Lost is Found
It has happened to me before. I had bought a new nightie, an expensive $10 item from KMart. I wore it twice and then it went AWOL. If I can’t find something and after weeks of hunting in every nook and cranny, I often decide to buy another. To buy the original I had to hunt to find one that fitted my criteria. I am tall, and like a nightie that comes down below my knees. I hate pyjamas, I must have a nightie. No long sleeves, even in the cold of winter. So, I hunted in several of the low cost department stores. I had to buy one exactly the same as the missing one! They were so cheap, I bought two.
About 24 hours after arriving home with the new attire, I noticed the original one, sitting on some items near the end of the bed. I swear that it was not there during my hunt. How could I miss it. Oh, well, now I have three!! So glad they weren’t expensive! The lost was found.
Now, how could I lose a dash cam. It was about half the size of a mobile phone, plus it had some wobbly bits, the “tool” that attaches it to the windscreen. One day, the camera fell, as the “tool” had decided to break. I tried various methods to repair it. Super glue, rubber bands, etc, but it refused to heal. So I tossed out the broken unrepairable bits. And at the same time I lost the good bits. The camera. I hunted and hunted. So, when I saw one at 50% off at Supercheap Auto, I bought one.
Then a friend, who’d been in my car asked me to look for her sun glasses. Had she left them in my car? I hunted, I moved the seats back and forth and lay on my car floor looking under the seats, all to no avail. I did not find her glasses. But, much to my surprise, I had obviously lodged the dash cam. No, not the new one, but the one that had gone missing! Oh, at least I have a spare now. The lost is found.
My Fountain Pen
My passion for fountain pens is well known. I rarely use “biros” or pencils. When I write letters, sign my name on printed documents and use such a pen anywhere and everywhere I have to write. I am known to carry two or three in my handbags. My preference is my favourite Purple Pen with Purple Ink. It ran out of ink, and I put it somewhere, so that I would remember to refill it. But it went AWOL. I hunted everywhere, so yesterday I Googled “buy purple fountain pen”. Oh, there are so many it was hard to choose, but suspecting that my Lost and Found condition would rear its ugly head again, I chose to buy one from a New South Wales shop that was less than $10. The postage was almost as much!!
This morning as I was creating something with Corflute and had to clear the table, guess what looked at me from behind a small box. I had looked there before, but on that occasion, it obviously hid from me! I am just about to refill it. At least I can write with a purple pen and purple ink, while I wait for the new one to be delivered.
Is it my brain that is causing this phenomenon? Is my brain getting too old?
What is lost is found – especially if I buy a replacement!