Lost…and Found

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Lost and found seems to be the underlying theme of my days lately. I blame my failing memory, a lack of care and too many distractions. Whatever the reasons, the facts are undeniable.

A month ago, I went on a house-wide search for the little device whose sole purpose is to retrieve photos from my camera’s SD card. I spent several hours over as many days looking, and thinking about where I might have put it, and searching some more. I know I wouldn’t have thrown it away, but I was running out of places to look. I finally gave up.

Near the first of September, close to the last page in my morning journal, I went to the bookcase to pull out another. Though the journal is a simple composition book, I am particular about the ones I use. I like wide-rules pages, sewn binding, and a marbled black and white cover. I usually order them in a multi-pack, so that I always have them on hand. I use the journal each morning for my gratitude practice, random thoughts and observations, dreams that I remember, and notes from whatever book I’m studying. Each journal lasts from several weeks to a few months. That, it turns out, is plenty of time for me to forget whether or not I have another composition book waiting.

When I couldn’t find one, I went on-line and ordered three more. That should have been plenty of time to get them here before I ran out of pages. It wasn’t. Though the order, when I tracked it, said it was delivered, it was not. I contacted the seller, who asked if I’d like a refund or a replacement. “Please re-send the product,” I replied, “as quickly as possible.” By that time, I was at the end of my journal. Two days later, a reply came from the sender saying they had issued me a refund. Ugh!

The grocery store here on Beaver Island used to carry composition books. Though pricier than the ones I usually order, I was willing to pay…but they had none. So, I went back to the computer and placed another order for three composition books. Due to arrive here in four days, delivery was delayed twice. It shouldn’t be so difficult!

Then, I lost a pile of cash. I’ve been looking at possibly buying an electric bicycle; my house needs a new roof; I was hoping to be able to travel downstate to attend my niece’s wedding. Money deposited in my checking account is quickly absorbed into regular necessary spending, so I’d been keeping some cash out, set aside for one of these “extras.” Before I took my day trip off the island, realizing that was too much cash to carry around, I took the money out of my purse, and put it “somewhere safe.”

Then, I forgot where I put it! I thought I knew where it was, but when it wasn’t there, I had no idea where to look. I’ve been searching for it for weeks! I’ve gone through every file in every file drawer. I’ve gone over everything on all of my shelves, including emptying every basket and shaking out each book, in case I might have tucked the money between the pages.

During the search, I found my SD card reader, tucked into a seldom-used briefcase that sits under my desk. I found my stash of extra, empty composition books, not far from where I had already searched for them. I found my good binoculars that have been tucked away for so long, I forgot I even had them. And, after a prayer to Saint Anthony, patron saint of lost items, I finally found my money! And took it right to the bank, before I could misplace it again! I’ve had enough of “lost and found!”

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About cindyricksgers

I am an artist. I live on an island in northern Lake Michigan, USA. I have two grown daughters, four strong, smart and handsome grandsons and one beautiful, intelligent and charming granddaughter. I live with two spoiled dogs. I love walking in the woods around my home, reading, writing and playing in my studio.

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