Last night I had a senior moment, or a poltergeist visit or some such. I was in my office getting together some photos I had taken years ago of a friend's wedding. I wanted to send them to her--every hurricane season I think I should share the photos I have rather than keep them in the house and take the chance they'll get blown away. So I have them on the desk, find a big envelope, and then decide to also send my daughter some photos, and grandbaby $20.00 for gas (she's starting college.) I had all this laid out on the desk.

First, though, to clean off the desktop, I shredded a sheaf of papers-- then couldn't find the money. I thought "Surely you weren't dumb enough to shred the twenty with those papers," but couldn't find it. I retraced my steps, looked on the floor, checked the trashcan, and finally took the lid off the shredder and with a flashlight examined the shreds. Saw little greenish flecks and realized, yep, I had shredded it. Just to make sure, before I went to bed I checked everything again, and this morning looked one more time.

I was irritated with myself, but got all the envelopes sealed and on the way to the post office this morning glanced at the kitched table and voila! There was the twenty, big as life. What in the world. Maybe my guardian angel (ha ha) found it and put it where I couldn't miss it.

At least the money showed up-- I have lost objects and they disappeared into some alternate universe and I never found them. It's like lost socks--they're all out there with other lost things. For instance--I bought three pair of earrings in Mexico; one pair was shaped like silver leaves with an inset of turquoise. They were really beautiful, but I lost one and it has bothered me ever since. It wasn't long before I lost the mate to another pair; a silver bird on a red background with mother of pearl accents. That one I have left I'm gonna make into a necklace before it flys away.

susil