Found. Both my bike gloves at the same time. Previous to now I've found either of them independently, on multiple occasions, but not at the same time in maybe six months - maybe longer.
I knew I was getting close when I found one when we were traveling and put it someone in the truck where I would remember to take it into the house.
Then I found one in the house, but outside of my room - where I thought the other one was. I didn't know if the one I'd found was the one from the car which I had thoughtfully brought into the house, or the one in the house - leaving the bedroom for a stroll.
So I searched both the car and the house and still only had one glove.
Two days ago I did the first major vacuum overhaul of Josey in too many years. Both gloves are happily reunited. This obviously is fate saying "Let me do what I can to make TransIowa go well."
Lost. When I got home from work plus gym plus grocery store and attempted to get out of the car with six shopping bags, my purse, gym bag, server apron, left-overs from my restaurant and three new books from the library (I don't make second trips) I opened the passenger door to have a bag fall over sideways and a couple Thumps where heard. I recovered an Apricot I sandwiched between my feet. When I unloaded the bags upstairs I had only one plum - I put two in my shopping cart... I returned to the cold with D's huge bike light and failed to find any produce in the driveway, I even checked the drainage ditch... as rolling was not improbable.
D - if you hear something Swash when leaving for work in the morning - I'm sorry, that's your second plum.
2 comments:
I risk EVERYTHING; possible smashed eggs, broken bottles, twisted ankles, ripped bags, spilled berries, and a twisted back, in order not to have to make two trips!
I look like a complete nincompoop awkwardly carrying everything down the stairs.
Ed
More trips up and down the stairs = training.
I crushed no produce, though the nectarine I sliced this morning was bruised beyond edibility.
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