Wednesday, December 16, 2009

It's Wednesday Again

Daave gave me that ornament last year when I visited him in Houston. Isn't that cute?

I don't want to go to work today. I have major knitting to do and I am tired and my stomach hurts.

Last night I lost my purse. Some of you who have met me may have seen the small purse that I carry around. It holds my wallet, my iPod touch, a lipgloss, an eyebrow tweezer (because you never know when you are going to look in your rearview mirror and see a hair that has to GO - right now!) and a tiny hair clip in case my hair gets on my nerves and I want it out of my face. I am 99.9% sure I got it out of my car when I got home from work. I am 99.9% sure that I got it in the house.

But then, I got in the house and the grandchildren were here which I wasn't expecting... and I was holding in my hands my knitting bag (which is transparent) holding my granddaughter's Christmas present, and I freaked out and tried to shift it around so that she wouldn't see it and I quickly went into my bedroom to hide it.

So, when we were leaving for dinner, I went to find my purse and it was not here. And I was greatly insulted when my adult children were looking for it in the freezer, the refrigerator, and the trashcan. They explained that their father seems to misplace things in these places. Well, allrightythen.

The good news is: I had my cell phone outside of my purse because I would be FREAKING OUT without my phone. I had my car key. And I had stashed $25. in my jewelry box just in case my daughter needed it yesterday - she didn't. So, now I have $25. in cash. I only had $80 in my purse yesterday. My daytimer is in another bag, and it contains all of the phone numbers, etc. for the credit card companies so that I can call them should I need to. My checkbook was also in another bag, so I still have access to my checkbook - I never write checks anymore, but I think I might take it up - at least until I figure out what happened to my purse. My house keys are in my car. My work keys are on another keychain in my car. So most of the thing a woman would lose in a purse were not in my purse. That is an advantage to a small purse. But I think if it were a larger purse, I would know where it was. Because I do believe it is in this house, and this house is not that damn big.

My kids got me a garmin for my car for my birthday! Now, THAT is exciting! Now I can find my way around, but don't have ID or a credit card once I get there!

Sorry for this boring thing. I just needed to write it I guess. I have other things I would have written last night. But they would have been about stupid comments from treatment centers posing as people, or about taking meetings into treatment centers and how you have to compromise the message of Alcoholics Anonymous - and do you think that is OK? Or they would have been about when do you think it is time to cut loose a sponsee. But there is always tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day....

Hope you all have a nice one. And say a prayer for my purse if you feel like it, OK?
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Update:
I opened my desk drawer when I got to work this morning and imagine the flood of feelings when I saw my little brown purse sitting there! Right behind the relief was the the almost immediate desperation to make up some kind of lie to tell so that I wouldn't have to tell the people I had already told that I had "lost" my purse - that I had actually not lost it at all. That little .01% of a doubt that I had taken it out of my car and into my home last night? Well, that was the truth. And now I can wait another 12 years or so until I walk into my bank again.
It was the weirdest thing to walk inside there this morning and tell them I wanted some money and didn't have any ID. Based on the fact that I could rattle off my account number and sign my name, they forked over some cash! How cool is that!
And now I would like to take my life at a more leisurely pace so that I am not always running around, not being mindful of what I am doing, and thinking I am "losing" things that are safe and sound somewhere that I don't know they are. Will that happen? Not likely, but I will make an effort.
!Doh!

10 comments:

wendy said...

happy belated birthday...

Whenever I misplace things I say to myself "If I were a paring knife (or whatever the missing item is) where would I be?" I have a bad habit of removing two things from two separate drawers and returning one item where the other belongs.

hope your purse reappears quickly...

shadowlands said...

I have prayed for you to find it, and asked St Anthony for his prayers too(I'm Catholic, I like to delegate).

Ed G. said...

I'm not sure your purse needs prayer - I mean, it probably is OK with where it is, right? My observation is that purses are not really all that insecure and can deal with times of separation pretty well.

YOU on the other hand I'm sure are sick with some level of worry and concern about your stuff and your missing cards and ID. I think I'll pray for you instead.

Sorry - sometimes I can't help myself I'm just so d--- funny...

Anyway, I hope you find your purse and that your Wednesday is way better than you were expecting it to be.

Blessings and aloha...

Lou said...

My opinion..you have too many things stashed in many different places. I would never find my stuff, if not for a "central depository" in my house.

Of course with my method, if I lose my purse, I'm screwed.

Syd said...

If your cell phone were in it, you could call it and maybe find the purse. I back track my steps when I misplace something. It generally works. Check around the steps where you entered and in the car, etc. Sorry, I sound like a parent with this....

dAAve said...

You have me laughing several times today. Especially the freezer idea. LOL

And that ornament looks good. It's right where it's supposed to be.

Kim A. said...

I tried to punch in my ATM code on the microwave keypad to heat up some coffee.

It didn't give me any money either.

btdt :sigh::

Namaste :-D

Hope said...

I love that you carry tweezers in your purse. Several months ago I was on my way to work and stopped at a local coffee shop to use the bathroom. I stepped up to the sink to wash my hands and it was as if I was under an ultraviolet light. Every single facial hair that I had never seen before, glowed like it had fiber optics on the end of it. I was mortified...I might just add tweezers to my purse, too!!

I'n glad you found your purse.

Pam said...

LOL...Oh Mary I felt like I was on a ride with you thru this post, and I was so relieved when we found the purse in the drawer.
PS: I think I remember saying WTF? to you when I saw how little your purse was. :-)

Scott W said...

Poor lonely little brown purse!

This is perhaps my favorite post you have ever presented. Can't believe I missed it yesterday. This time of year my schedule gets a bit bent.