For two weeks it was out of sight
and A didn’t care much. Compensating for the missing __________ was easy
enough. It didn’t cost a lot and it wasn’t something he couldn’t live without.
It was just so strange that it was gone.
Strange. The house was generally
messy and things got pushed under piles, under mail, under magazines. Clothing,
dirty socks, dust bunnies accumulated and as he searched he became caught up in
finding outdated LL Bean Catalogues and found himself regretting the missed
sale on flannels. Before he realized it, it was time to do something else, or
the phone rang or a work text came through and looking for ___________ became
momentarily inconsequential.
The issue of not cleaning the house
became the barrier to finding ____________.
He knew it.
He always knew it. At 50 it never dawned on him to be embarrassed
by his poor housekeeping. He was comfortable and it wasn’t until something went
missing that he considered, or reconsidered, the benefits of being more
organized.
On the subway home he made a deal
with himself to look for it in a structured and methodical way. ‘When I get
home I will take off my shoes and start to go through my closet. I will take every thing out
and either find it, or rule out that it is absolutely not there. Today. Then I will move the
search under the bed. I will pull every thing out and (same deal).’
When he arrived home he felt happy
to be there. ‘There’s no place like home, isn’t a popular saying for nothing’,
he thought.
He pulled off his shoes and sat on
the couch and looked at the mail. The cat leapt onto his lap and he was warm
and comfortable. He picked up the book he was almost finished reading and
wanted to see how it ended.
Then he wanted to start the next
book on his Kindle.
The next day he went to
______________ class and of course he still didn’t have it. He was doing just
fine without it and a new one would cost around $50. He was still determined to
find the one he had before spending the money on a new one.
He started to think more about it.
It was about 3-years-old and even though he liked the color a lot, he thought
that maybe it was starting to wear out. Wearing thin. He was starting to think
about that even before it vanished, or was misplaced. He could not quite yet
admit to himself that it was lost, because where could it have gone? Seriously?
After a few more _________ classes
he realized that it was not returning. Never coming back. He remembered his dad
telling him to always retrace his footsteps, but there were really none to
retrace. The lost and found was no help.
That night, with the cat on his
lap, he ordered a new one. Spending a bit of time to consider a new color and
careful not to spend more on this one than the last.
It arrived in three days and he
still liked the color of the old one more, but that’s it.
‘It will probably turn up eventually
and I’ll feel really foolish.’ he thought. But he never felt foolish and was
glad when the new one arrived. He also realized that he didn’t even need it
anymore, but like an old friend, he was glad to have it around.
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