Lost Things

I lose things all the time. It could be blamed on my level of disorganization.  However,  frequently I lose things that were just in my hand and I haven’t moved from the spot I where I was sitting. How could that be disorganization?  I just have to wonder what has happened. Just the other day I was using my small scissors to clip threads while I was making quilt blocks. I had those scissors in my hand one moment and the next I’m searching high and and low for them. Just no where to be found and I hadn’t even gotten up from my sewing stool. I grabbed a different pair and kept on clipping threads. Today I’m walking past my cutting table and there they are in plain sight! Who knows how they jumped so far away, they must have sprouted wings when I blinked. Whatever you do don’t close your eyes, don’t even blink. Weeping angels aren’t the only danger. The things you possess my just jump right out of your life when you need them most. Or as in the case of needles that are lost on your lap they might just reach out and bite you when you least expect it.

One year I lost my keys and after a few days we made copies from my husbands set. A few months later when my daughter was starting college I was waiting for her in the student union building and started going through my purse. I saw a small edge of something leather in a crevice of a pocket so I pulled it out and low and behold there were the keys I had lost months before. Suddenly appearing five hundred miles away in a purse I had turned inside out looking for them months before. It was like the keys had fallen through a black holeMassive_Black_Hole_Wallpaper-660x330 of time and space only to reappear hundreds of miles away, months in the future. These tiny vortex must be everywhere.

Some people theorize that socks disappear in the dryer. That may be, but I theorize that there has to be a black hole vortex in every dryer, maybe even a time space vortex mysteriously created by the action of the dryer itself. Mine currently hasn’t lost anything that I know of, however, with so many socks, all exactly alike, how would I really know?

A couple years ago I lost my prescription medications and didn’t find them for several weeks. Fortunately  over the previous few years I had forgotten to take them often enough that I had almost enough to get by until the next refill. I did eventually find them but again it was months later, in a bag from my newest cell phone purchase. Who knows how that happened.  I’m glad I did have that extra month worth of pills since, again, I lost my prescription a couple months ago and haven’t found it yet.  I think I remember taking them out of the bag but why I didn’t take them directly to the place I keep them is beyond me and where they have gone is a mystery yet to be solved. We’ve cleaned the house pretty thoroughly a couple times since then and they are no where to be found. Sigh. Another black hole and I haven’t found the other side yet.

Today, I’ve been looking all over for my glasses. I haven’t been very many places in the house or out and I know I had them on my face earlier. But where did I take them off? It’s pretty hard to find glasses when you need them to see so you can find them. What a conundrum. Maybe they just disappeared off my face into one of those black holes.

Over the years I’ve had lots of things lost only to turn up elsewhere, other things have never been found even during a move where everything in the house is handled and packed away. So if you find a set of keys with a Winnie the Pooh and Tigger key fob I’d like the key fob back. All the keys are now useless.

Occasionally things will be found in unusual places as well. Last year the young man who cares for our lawn cleaned all the rain gutters for me. He was all over the roof of the house just a year ago. This year when we went up on the roof to clean the gutters again he found a broken stemware goblet. The base had washed down to the gutter and the goblet was carefully leaning against an old TV antenna up there on the roof. How did that goblet get up there in the past year? It was certainly nothing we own and considering there is almost always someone home surely pranksters would have been noticed tossing a goblet to the roof. I believe that there is the other end of a black hole somewhere else and there is someone out there wondering where in the world that other goblet from their set has gone.

Watch out for Black Holes!

Grandma Peachy

 

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About grandmapeachy

I am a retired grandmother and amateur quilter. Generally I do not discuss religion and politics with people other than my family and even then I do more listening than talking. Because I dislike confrontation this blog is a way for me to express opinions that I hold on these and other issues without having to delve into controversial discussions with others who may not agree with me. I am also an avid supporter of indie authors. There are a lot of great books that are not available through traditional publishing and I believe that these stories need to be brought to the attention of the reading public.
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2 Responses to Lost Things

  1. I don’t remember that episode, though I did watch Twilight Zone. That would be another good explanation too!

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  2. Love this! More years ago than I care to admit, there aired an episode of Twilight Zone titled A Matter of Minutes. Time is built minute by minute and the builders sometimes forget to put something in the correct spot. I’ve blamed the builders ever since seeing that… lol.

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