By Marilyn Baron
It’s a new year and I’m going to try my best not to misplace things. I’m always digging around in my purse trying to find things I know are there and I can’t find them, until the next time I’m digging in my purse for something else, and I find the thing I had originally misplaced.
A few weeks ago, I lost an 8-inch All-Clad frying pan, one of the workhorse pans I use a few times a week to make fried eggs or omelettes. My husband and I looked everywhere – in the place we keep our All-Clad pots and pans, in all the other cabinets, even in the refrigerator. I thought I had not only lost the pan, but I was worried I was losing “it.” Weeks went by. I even had a dream about finding the pan, but when I woke up, I couldn’t remember where I had seen it in the dream.
My sister said the pan would be found when it was ready to be found. A few days ago, I wanted to make an omelette and I went to the cabinet where we keep the All-Clad pots and pans, and there it was, “hiding” in plain sight, in its proper place, under some lids. My husband swore he looked there three times and couldn’t find it. I guess it was ready to be found.
I also lost a pair of grey shoes. I knew they were in the house but I looked everywhere and couldn’t find them. So, I just wore my black shoes with my grey outfits. Then, this morning, I had a dream I had found the shoes, but when I woke up, I couldn’t remember where. I put on a grey outfit and hunted for the shoes again in the most unlikely places. And found them right on the shoe rack in plain sight in the closet, right where they should be. I guess they were ready to be found.
On a Thanksgiving trip to Florida, we stayed in a hotel and I lost my makeup bag. I was upset to lose the makeup, but mostly the bag contained my night guard that I wear every night because I grind my teeth. That would have been expensive and time-consuming to replace. I went days without it, called the hotel to see if it was reported in Lost and Found, scoured my condo, which we went to after the hotel and couldn’t find it. Then on the day we were to leave to go back to Atlanta, I found it under my suitcase. I’ve never been so happy to find anything. Apparently, my suitcase was closed when I put the makeup bag down on the luggage rack. When I reopened the suitcase to repack to go home, there it was. I hadn’t lost it in the hotel. I brought it back with me to the condo and then “lost it” there.
My husband is always losing his comb. I think he has a hole in his pocket and it drops through. He just bought a back-up package of black combs.
My sister wanted to know if I thought that otherworldly impish elves were playing tricks on me. I had never heard of those, but I’d say that was a possibility. She also told me that when my mother loses something (which is often) she turns a glass upside down. I never heard of that either. But apparently, it works for her.
I’ve known people who’ve looked all over for their glasses, just to discover they were wearing them the whole time. Is it old age, forgetfulness or something worse? Has anything like that ever happened to you? What do you do to try to locate lost items? I’d like to hear about it.
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