I think I can say "damn." They say it on the radio that kids can listen to, but if I need to remove it, just say the word.
Well, now. How hard can it be to find one small medical appliance in one house? I went back to the garage. I found a full gym bag that was packed a few years ago. I found some suspicious looking things on the garage floor that are likely mouse turds. Ick. I found an almost full thing of masking tape. I found elbow, knee, and wrist guards for roller blading. No wrist splint.
I then checked the laundry room, the kitchen, the dining room, my antique desk, the living room, my daughter's former bedroom, my upstairs spare bedroom (where I found the electric razor I have been looking for, and a pretty good nail file), linen closet, main bath, master bedroom, master bath, all associated closets and furniture in those rooms, and even the basement. My basement, of all rooms, is almost completely empty. Why store things down there when I can use the whole rest of the house and trip over things?
The downstairs spare bedroom was a quick check, since I removed everything from there and started painting it over a year ago. No joy in the bar, the walk in closet off the bar, the family room, or the third bathroom. By this time I was getting concerned. I was running out of rooms.
I went back to the kitchen and checked the built in china cabinet in the breakfast room, top to bottom. On the very bottom shelf, in the middle, under a legal pad and an empty red folder, was the left splint. I know it is mine because there is a chocolate smear on it, plus a bite mark, since Baby was a puppy at the time I wore it. What I don't know is what it was doing there. I cleaned out those cupboards within the last year. I probably picked it up, washed underneath, and put it back rather than moving it to the correct place. I have always said I am clean, but messy. Sigh. Some people have a junk drawer. Don't ask.
7 comments:
hehehehehehehe! ALL OF IT!
Well I am glad ya found it!
TGIF!
Happy Dance!
E
Glad you found it. If you are like me, you can't rest until it is found. Well, I'll do the happy dance with you, but very carefully. Anne
I hear what you're saying about 'clean, but messy'. I have a tiny home, and I am a human magpie. I am the person who HAD to buy the purple and pink feather boa, who NEEDED the three-foot-tall purple ceramic Buddha and the Buddha NEEDED the battered top hat I bought for it..... I have an undeniable urge to buy things that I cannot possibly use - and can't bring myself to get rid of, either. I manage to keep the home from bursting at the seams by not allowing myself to go to yard sales, flea markets, those unique and odd shops that call to me, and I NEVER go to Pier One, EVER.... As I write this, I'm looking square at a tall, pink, battery-operated chicken that plays THE CHICKEN DANCE and dances in a circle, flapping it's wings.....Sigh.....-Davida
you are too funny!!!!
hugs,
kathi
How 'bout that? I was right.
A Mountain charm for finding things:
Good Saint Anthony come around
Something's lost that must be found."
it usually works. Really.
I have disorganized piles everywhere. But my piles have merged and it's getting out of control. so I know the feeling. I can't find the instruction manual to my cell phone, and I got a text message (my first-- I'm definitely NOT a teen) Didn't know how to access it, turned out it was from the cell company trying to get me to buy a new phone. hmmm.... --Albert
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