My TV remote disappeared this afternoon. Completely, entirely, it seemed. I moved furniture, I went through trash, I vacuumed (in case I would hit it.) I knew it was here. . .
There's a cover on the sofa that I fold over when it's not in use. I move it around to keep it unstained and ready to use. Moving it made it easier to see under the couch. After a good 45 minutes of increased frustration and sweating, I checked the cover again. There it was. When I moved it the first several times, the remote obviously got tossed into it. Y'all have lost things, so you know the relief when you find it, mixed with anger at your ridiculousness.
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Thankfully, I found two feathers on Tap's and my walk yesterday. They're the first I've found in a long time.
The little one intrigues me. SO small, dark brown --- wren, sparrow?
Into the weekend, hoping to be
and whip up some craft-type things. I wish the same for you.
4 comments:
I think at least once each month, I lose something that puts me in a fit! Yes, I know what you were feeling! I'm glad it showed up for you, eventually. I hope you are happily creating!
One of the worst things about getting older is that disappearing act thing that all my stuff seems to do. I lose something, search frantically and there it is right in plain sight. I do that at least once a day. I'm not sure if it's my eyesight or my brain but either way, I don't like it. The Mister and I have spent a week looking for the top of his insulated coffee cup that never leaves the house. It hasn't shown up yet.
The worst!!
I truly hate when that happens
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