Today I have been totally freaked out all day. Since the last week or so in March, I have been looking everywhere for the cable to my new writer. I thought it was in the case when I went to Florida only to find out when we got there that it wasn’t in the case. The plan was to be ready to write with it and practice up for the big test I’m taking next Friday while I was down there, no rushing, nothing else to occupy my mind. No dice. The Dork Queen succeeded in dorking that up.
So when I came home, I looked again. Cleaned the office. Looked in the basement that’s full of “stuff.” Looked through the girls’ toys. Nada. So I relented, got on line, and ordered another one, thinking I had accidentally thrown it away. (Yeah, it gets pretty junky around here sometimes.) That was Monday night.
Wednesday afternoon the guy delivered it! Woohoo! Fast service. Great. So this morning was take-it-to-work day. I get the case with the writer in it from the office; go to the kitchen to pick up the new cable. When I went to put the new cable in the case, there was my original cable and the cloth to clean my screen (also lost) in the case. Now, the inside pockets in that case are big; there is no way you could not see that cable in there. And, besides, I had practically turned it upside down and shaken it when I was in Florida. The cable and cloth packet were not in there.
So how did that happen? I am deciding to believe that Kate found it in her toys as she played in here yesterday afternoon, and put them back in my case for me. How she would know they would go there, I haven’t a clue. Or why she would even bother putting them in there since she has an allergic reaction to and an aversion for picking up anything is also beyond me. But that is what I am choosing to believe. I just wish
the ghost Kate had put them in there before I ordered the new cable.
At least I know what the loud noise was I heard a minute ago: my eggs that I was planning to use to make egg salad boiling dry and exploding. Jeez! What a day.