Lost and Not Found

                                                                       

Things get lost a lot more often these days. Is it the same for you?

Where are my keys? Where did I put that pesky phone? Can you call it for me? You know. All the usual stuff. We're perplexed. We're bothered but we typically locate the missing item eventually. 

We receive the not-welcomed question of, "Where were you when you last had it?" Blah. Blah. Blah.This is rarely a helpful question and more leaning toward bothersome. If I had the answer to that question, I would be standing here with a more sound mind and keys in hand!

The older we get the more forgetfulness isn't casually dismissed but it more brings an added element of concern.  Am I just losing my stuff and also losing my mind? Is what is happening to me typical for those of my age?  

You know our brains have had to hold quite a bit of knowledge over a long period of time! That deserves some kudos.

Most items turn up relatively quickly. What to do if they don't?

Not taking away the significance of you misplaced your keys or phone, but I believe my misplacements carry a bit more weight.

Exhibit A: my wedding dress-                                                                                                            This sentimental article of clothing went missing for 11 months from packing it up when moving from our last home to when I found it on the tip top shelf in the upstairs linen closet this past weekend. I spent 11 months searching high and low / fast and slow / every spot and space.

Our new home is 1/2 the size of our previous one so there were only so many spots and spaces to check. Many attempts. Many failures to locate.

Did I begin to blame my moving company? Of course. What did they do with my wedding dress? Didn't think anyone would steal it. Isn't worth much. Only paid $250 way back then so it's probably worth a hefty $2.50 today. 

I had moved it from its preserved box so I could access it more easily on anniversaries and to wear to various valentine parties. The last time we unveiled it - even with a veil - was when my grand girls put it on for dress up. They loved it and could do it again if I could just find it! Was the plastic bag I put it in mistaken for trash? Please no.

Well. Glory be! I did find it after all...after all after close to a year! I hadn't put it in a tall kitchen trash bag like I thought but one of those vacuum-sealed clear bags. My dress and veil were enclosed in a mattress cover material bag; hence, I thought that thing up top was a mattress cover! When I saw a glistening of a few tiny pearls peeking out of the side of the bag, I knew they were trying to get my attention. Yes, little pearls. I see you! You were lost and now you're found! Same case with me. Hallelujah!! 

That's a good ending to that story. But I have another prized keepsake that is Lost and Not Found. Exhibit B: my wedding ring

I didn't mean to have a pattern of repeating missing wedding items but that sadly seems to be the case. My ring hasn't been located for 3 weeks now. It wasn't the one that was placed on my left hand right after promising my commitment to my husband. No. It was the major upgrade / the bling I got after we could afford some bling. This ring came 19 years later. It represents a lot. It cost a lot - more than my wedding dress. It means a lot.

Can't find it anywhere. I know. I know. You want to know where I was the last time I had it.  I DON'T KNOW! So DON'T ASK!

I typically place my rings by my purse or on various counters to put on before I walk out the door and after I put on hand lotion. The key word here is "various." Too many places. Too many possibilities. I also sometimes take it off in the car to put on hand lotion. It could have been thrown out of my car as the car door swung open. Many of us have searched many a blade of grass to rule out that possibility.

I feel pretty certain my dog knows where it is but he's not telling me. If you know, do tell. If you took it, I will ask no questions but will happily receive it back. There may even be a reward involved.

If you aren't my assailant, then you could help me pray it back to my finger. Gotta be somewhere. Hoping it doesn't take 11 months to find it but I'll take it whenever I can get it.

Keep a hold of your whits and your things out there. 

Have you lost anything of significance? Please tell me more! I'll then feel better about myself if you did!

                                                                                   

                                                           

Lost not found

I've looked around

No where to see

Where can it be?