I’ve
lost so many things lately. On my way to the eye doctor I stopped at Bed Bath
and Beyond—I wanted a small timer to help remind me to use eye drops. Found the
cute timer, purchased two and then couldn’t find my keys.
After
checking the car (no keys in ignition), I asked at customer service (no keys
there), I walked my path through the store (no keys found) made my way to the
front. A young lady hung my bright red lanyard in the air. “Are these yours?”
“Yes.”
I’m not
so fortunate with my camera
and debit card—both used on November 25th—they
haven’t reappeared. I’ve checked pockets, been on my knees, used a flashlight
under seats in the car—nothing.
Every
day I checked to make sure no one used my card—finally gave up and cancelled it. My frustration—I’m not sure what I have that card attached to—maybe my
Amazon account or pay pal.
I do
have another camera, but I liked my compact blue baby. Besides the photos from
the “Hanging of the Greens” service are on there.
In the
scheme of life these are truly not problems. I’m alive, well, and the bank
cancelled the one card and issued another. The minor irritants aren’t worth
losing sleep over. I think my greatest concern is I don’t want anyone to think
I’m old and forgetful.
The benefit
of misplacing anything is how much straightening, rearranging, purse cleaning,
desk organizing and all the cleansing that goes along with the proverbial hunt.
Do you agree?
Still
Lionhearted
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