What the heck is going on? I am having a series of mini strokes, beginning dementia, or just plain losing it?! Things are disappearing and I can’t find them.
I know what you are thinking…scatterbrain…bad housekeeper…chaos. Though that may all be true (or not!) I think I know what is going on. Why am I not surprised when I realize that there is one (or more) spirit with a sense of humor living in my house! Not only living in my house, but possibly traveling with me.
A week or two ago I was at my best friend’s house. (That would be the friend that live’s in my ex-husband’s and my old house.) We had an incredible weekend together with mutual friends and her daughter’s friends. Sometimes it is difficult to leave and come home to laundry, dishes, and a list of things to do.
I had packed my stuff in preparation for the ride back home but was unable to leave because I couldn’t find my camera. Now anyone that knows me knows that my camera is a natural extension of myself and is always in my purse. I looked outside the house. I looked inside the house. I looked 20 feet down thinking it had fallen off the deck. No camera!
I couldn’t put leaving off any longer. Afterall, it was Mother’s Day and my daughter was waiting at home for me. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I got in my car and left…without my camera!
All the way home I was wondering how and where I lost my camera. Perhaps it was good to be without it as there were at least 50 photo opportunities on the way back to Sacramento. The wildflowers were out in all their glory. The California poppies, purplish blue lupen, bright yellow mustard flowers wereall in full bloom. Yes, I decided, it was indeed a good thing I was sans camera.
Upon arriving home, I dumped out my overnight bag. No camera. I dumped out my purse. No camera. Oh, well. I knew that my friend and her daughter would do a thorough search of their house and it would turn up eventually. It did.
I have been on a low carb diet for some time now and often travel with my own food. Days after returning home, I opened a box of vanilla protein powder. The packets literally burst out of the box! Puzzled by the condition of the protein packets, I pulled them out of the box only to find my camera packed underneath.
I know I did not put my camera in that box. My friends did not put my camera in that box. So I have to wonder…who the hell put the camera in a place that a camera would never be? Was it my father? Was it my friend’s father? Was it my ex-mother-in-law? (She was there while I lived there over 30 years ago.)
Granted, things disappear around the house only to return to a spot I have already looked. I’m used to that. But now it is happening in other places, too. Oh, well. The bottom line is that I am back in possession of my camera. And I do not use the word ‘possession’ lightly!
Sally, have you looked at the images on the camera yet? Perhaps someone, earthly or otherwise, snapped some interesting shots while he/she/it had your camera.