Have you ever tucked something away so safely that you’ll never lose it, then you forget where that was?
I’ve spent the last two days searching for my wine glasses. My book club is meeting at my house tomorrow and I can’t find my wine glasses.
I remember cleaning out my Welsh dresser when I moved it to the guest room. I remember stacking those glasses in a place that no earth quake could ever destroy.
Where could that be? My house isn’t that large.
My book club won’t go anywhere without their wine glasses. If I try serving it in paper cups I will be excommunicated. So I must go out and buy or borrow some glasses.
Ironically, the book of the month is Anne D. LeClaire’s Entering Normal. It resonated with me. I hope to be normal some day and maybe I will stop losing things in this insane senior citizen game of hide and seek.
Incidentally, this book is wonderful. I loved it and I usually don’t enjoy anything but murder mysteries.
We’re doing a teleconference with the author tomorrow. At least we’ll be sober because I don’t have any proper wine glasses.