Buffalo Gal

Many people my age report that losing things is a common denominator for us.   Also in this category, one could list going to a room and not remembering what you came to get.  Also putting things down someplace and then in the next five minutes, you are "on the hunt" for that object.  My many pairs of Dollar Store glasses (magnifiers) come to mind immediately.  I know I have at least 7 of those much-needed glasses around the house but there are times when I can’t find any of them.  My eyesight, other than the small-print part is really excellent…in fact my eye doctor remarked that my eyesight has improved and he was stunned until I told him about the nutritional things I do and take to insure better vision.  So the problem is not being able to see what I am looking for, it’s just that I spend a lot of time hunting for glasses and other things I have "lost".  Several years ago, I found some really nice bathrobes for my daughers in law and I planned to give them as Christmas presents. The only trouble was that I found the robes in July or August and by November,when I was ready to wrap Chrismas presents, I couldn’t find them.  I immediately went to my traditional storage place–the upstairs "Cedar Closet".  I spent a long time looking in that dark recess and came up empty….no robes.  It was getting close to  Christmas Eve so in deperation I went out and bought 3 other gifts for my "girls".  I was too embarassed about not finding the robes and didn’t tell anyone about it at the time.  About 2 years later, I was hunting for something else in the same cedar closet and I picked up a black plastic bag and looked inside….there were the robes.  That black bag had been there when I went on the original robe-hunt but I thought it was just a black garbage bag full of something I had saved, so apparently I didn’t even pick it up at that time. Extremely tardily, I gave the robes to my "daughters", made a full confession, and endured the screams of laughter from everyone in the family who heard my admission.  I cannot even remember all the things I "put away" that I am still hunting for.   Recently during a fury of house cleaning before my significant class reunion breakfast at my home,  I found a lost paycheck about which I had been contacted by a somewhat irritated bookkeeper at the school I had worked for last fall.  Poor Susan (the bookkeeper) had to go through lots of hoops to re-issue to lost check after I could’nt find it (and I was so sure I had cashed it but hadn’t).  That check was dated Dec 1, 2005 and I remembered why (sometimes I can actually remember) I would have misplaced it….Dec 1 was the day before we were embarking on an exciting winter vacation with family members and I was in the throes of the final packing and all the other stuff I HAD to remember at that time.  AT least that is my story.      This morning I found something I didn’t know I had.  I spilled ground coffee into the well of my coffee maker and had to pour out the water and clean out the water well….out fell a long-handled black coffee measuring-scoop.  I have used the particualar coffee maker for a year and never did see that measuring scoop which the foolish manufacturer hid away in the water well just so I couldn’t see it.  The coffee maker has functioned excellently  even with a long handled spoon lurking in the nether parts of its innards.  Now I can throw away the small (cleaned up)  laundry scoop I have been using to measure the cofffee grounds.   It’s been a great day already.