In the carnival of madness that is my life right now, it will benefit me greatly to slow down, take a deep breath, and picture a time when tripping on boxes and looking for missing coffee grinders will be a thing of the past.
It's easy to go nuts in an environment that is upside down and sideways, where hardly anything is quite right, and everything else is quite wrong.
Living for years in a house, you get used to knowing where everything is. When you do lose something, it's usually something new or old, seldom used or not really necessary.
Now we are in a place where we cannot locate basic, very important things. Like clothes. Toothbrushes. Um, and the hard drive containing my life's collection of music.
We have the lawn fertilizer spreader, which I use once a year, but not the coffee grinder, an everyday necessity. We've located the glass top to a coffee table we'll never use again, in fact we trip over it every day, but just try to find a decent bath towel that hasn't been used on the dogs...
But my pillow!
That's what I miss the most. We have Heather's, but now that she's claimed that back, I am sleeping on a hard, compact pillow better suited to torturing a medieval prisoner or building a bunker with than putting your head down on. I wish I had the slightest clue where that thing could be stuffed right now. In a box at the bottom of the heap in the garage? Perhaps. In the basement, under the rubber Halloween skeleton? Maybe.
Rubber Halloween skeleton?
Yes, we have that. Good thing too, because Halloween is only a couple months away.
