It is so good to be able to find things that are lost. Well, not actually “things” plural, but “thing” singular. I’m betting every woman who owns a purse or a bag that goes everywhere with her knows the panic of losing her purse.
This is my purse. I don’t take it everywhere because I carry most of what I really need in my phone wallet. But today I took it along to the husband’s weekly chiropractor appointment. I had it with me in the treatment room and hung it on his cane, like in the picture. After the appointment I had an errand to run for Mom at the hardware store.
I came out of the hardware store with my purchases and as I set them on the floor of the truck, where I usually put my purse, I was aware that my purse was not there. Thinking it must be in the back seat, I got out, opened the door and took a look. The inside of my truck is black too and sometimes the purse is hard to see. It definitely was not there.
No problem. We just went back to the chiropractor’s office a minute or two away. It wasn’t in the waiting room where I thought it had to be. But I could have put it down in the treatment room when I helped the husband up after his adjustment. The receptionist went in and looked. It wasn’t there either.
Back to the truck I went. Everything in it got lifted, opened, felt and thoroughly examined, but there was still no discovery. I went back in the office and waited for ten minutes until the person in the treatment room was finished and came out. I had to see for myself that the purse was not there, although I didn’t think they could have missed it. There was no purse and there was nothing left to do about it except pray that it be found. The chiropractor added his prayer as well, and it was comforting to know he was genuinely concerned.
I went back to the truck to inform the husband, who is also as eager to give lost causes to God as I am.
Husband: “God knows where it is. We’ll pray and keep looking.”
Me: “I know, but there isn’t any place left to look. It wasn’t anywhere in the office and I can’t see it anywhere in here, unless you’re sitting on it.”
Husband: “I am sitting a little bit crooked.”
Me: (looking at him in disbelief) (shoving my hand behind his back and feeling a purse strap) “You’re sitting on my purse! You couldn’t feel that?!”
Husband: (looking sheepish and overjoyed, a very strange combination) “Well, that was quick.”
All good. We were both so relieved that there was instant laughter. Losing things is not fun, but sometimes finding them again makes it all worth it. Just sayin’…
3 thoughts on “February Goodness: Finding Lost Things”
Too funny! Gave me a chuckle. My problem when I lose things is that my eyes overlook the item I am looking for. I can look right past the jelly jar in the refrigerator, swearing to myself that it HAS TO BE HERE – and it is but my eyes look right past it. It is like the focus neuron in my brain has shorted until after I have check other places and return to the fridge AGAIN knowing it has to be there! I often wonder if that is an early sign of something!! Or is it just “old person’s brain.” haha
Funny! Except I think if it were me,, my Sicilian would have rear up and I would have to smack something.
Believe me, I can identify with that. I think because my husband has dementia and is super sweet and innocent, and clueless I feel obligated to be on my best big girl behavior.