I’ve just barely begun the quilting of the table runner. Normally, I’d outline the pinwheel here, but instead I am using a swirly stencil from Voices of the Past called “Harriet Tubman.” The imprecision of my triangles might be well served by this decision.
I am still showing you scanned images instead of photos because my camera is still missing.
On Friday evening, I walked into the house carrying my purse and the camera. I came in from the garage through the laundry room to the kitchen, where I stopped to talk to my husband.
Knowing that I would be leaving the house for work on Saturday at 6:30, he had decided to do the grocery shopping. He had made a list and everything, but had come home with only eggs.
I spent a while commiserating with him on his shopping issues and deciding what to do about dinner. I took the shopping list and the grocery money and tucked it into my purse. The boys persuaded us to allow them to call the local pizza place, and I cleared up a bit in the living room, taking some papers into the back bedroom/office space and putting them into the file drawer.
It seems likely that I visited the bathroom at some point, but by the time the pizza came, we had the TV on and were settled in for a lazy evening.
It was after eating pizza that I went to get my camera to put the photos into the computer — and did not find it. My purse was on the kitchen counter where I had left it, but the camera was not with it.
Sherlock Holmes and Jane Marple would know at this point exactly where that camera was.
It seems to me that the tidying of the living room is the point at which I am most likely to have absent-mindedly put the camera in the wrong place. Lostarts mentioned in the comments a colleague who tidies things away and then can’t recall where she has put anything, and that can happen when you’re tired or distracted by conversation while tidying.
But I have a place where I normally put the camera, and it seems as though I would probably have absentmindedly put it there, not in some other spot. I use the camera a lot. I like to put pictures here, of course, and I have children of whom I naturally like to take pictures, but I also use it for work. I think that I will have to buy a new one pretty quickly if I cannot find the old one.
If you have read the narrative above and thought, “Of course! That must be where the camera is!” then please let me know.
This is supposed to be a day off for me. I am supposed to try to rest and get better, perhaps to see the doctor. I really need to go to the grocery, to catch up on my housework, to pay my bills, and to get the writing assignments done. It also seems likely that I will need to drive to the new store to pick up my paycheck, and my husband is taking the day off. So it should end up being sort of like a Saturday.
Did it fall into the sink and get eaten by the garbage disposal? That’s where I would look. Make sure the switch is off!
Have a good, restful day.
I did have an “Of course. That’s where it is.” moment while reading.
First, I’m reasonably sure, since you’re a logical and sensible person, that you checked with family members who might’ve picked it up or who might’ve seen it.
The only other variable I see in there is the Pizza delivery guy. Was he in the kitchen anywhere near your bag?
Failing that, is it possible that you only thought your camera was in the bag when you came home? Check at the last place you were before home.
The coworker who is so absent minded does this consistently, all the time. It’s not just a lapse of attention, it’s a lifestyle.
It may be more annoying to me than it would otherwise be because my ex-husband did the same thing. I watched him move something one time, and asked him for what he was moving WHILE IT WAS STILL IN HIS HAND and he said he hadn’t seen it. He was totally amazed when I grabbed his hand and held it front of his face and the item was there. He still doesn’t believe he does this, but the thing that drives me completely crazy is that he keeps after me about me being so dissorganized and never able to find anything!
It’s one (among many) of the reasons we’re no longer married.
Good luck with the camera!
I misplaced my keys for about 3 weeks. We debated having the locks changed, but I knew that I was having a “brain fart” moment when I lost them, so we waited. The other day, I was going through my too-full purse and thought “I should put my work keys on the hook near the door” (which is a coat hook, really). And what did I find? Yup, the aforementioned lost keys. You will find your camera. You will have another absent-minded moment, will repeat what you did, and VOILA! there it will be. P.S. LOVED the picture of your pinwheel. That was a glorious thing to see when I entered your site. You use a lot of red to help “pop” your designs. I love that.