Monday, June 29, 2009

Lost & Found

This is the story of how Doris lost items with extreme sentimental value today. First, here is the little bag ...

... which holds fabulous little items: tiny scissors with fancy strawberry scissor weight (queen stitches on 40-count), a little emery, various scraps of paper including something Bekah scribbled on at age 3 ...
... and fits inside other larger bags that have been dragged hither and yon for 15 years or so without incident (except for that time the smiling-but-evil security lady in Bermuda took away the scissors I forgot to put in checked luggage) ...

... so I can take my projects wherever I like.

So what's all of this leading to? This morning I had to have my car serviced, so I took ATS for two hours of stitchy entertainment while I was waiting. In my haste to get from the waiting room to the cashier (hurrying to pay?), I left the little bag at the auto dealership (gasp!). I know! When I figured it out, I felt faint. I called and no one had seen it. So I got in my little car and returned to the dealership, went into the waiting room (interrupting a sales pitch), looked in the little drawers of the table I was sitting next to, and there it was (huge sigh of relief)! Whew! Another crisis averted. Now, do you think I should consider removing some of the little items in case this happens again? Or do you think this has been a large enough lesson to teach me to pay attention? I'm thinking it over. I was extremely lucky/fortunate/blessed to find my little bag almost exactly where I left it.

I shared this little story with you, because I need to slow down and think. Since the last day of school, I've had many trips and falls and spills (I'll spare you the injury list) and forgotten items as I've run and skipped and rushed around without really thinking. My sister asked me how I got a particular scab, and I said, "I jumped up ..." And she said, "Now see there? Why do you have to jump up? Can't you just stand up?" I think I'd better settle for a slower speed of life. I could pace myself. And that, kids, is the lesson for today ...

A quick and happy report before I go: Mom is stitching again, which means she's feeling pretty good. Thank you again for all of your thoughtful messages and prayers.