I have lost a pair of tweezers. I am a maniac about organization and everything having its own place where it should be returned to after use. It has served me well never moreso than since the change in my vision.
As mindful as I am about things being where they belong, I do lose things more often these days. I’m not entirely convinced it’s not an age issue rather than a sight situation. The victim du jour was the tweezers.
I was looking for the tweezers in my bedroom last night. I was on the floor, feeling around under the bed. When I got to the bottom of the bed, I noticed that I had tucked the dust ruffle there between the mattress and box spring when I changed the sheets yesterday. Before I pulled it out, it gave me a good view under the bed and ample room to feel around with my hands.
What did I find under there? My tweezers? No. Money? No. I found a slightly used Sure deodorant. This makes no sense! I haven’t lost a deodorant, and I only have one in rotation since I no longer travel for work.
Is it a sign? Is the universe telling me I’m stinky? Or is the universe providing an answer a la the once popular Magic 8 Ball? Are my frequent questions of “Will I figure out my new purpose?” or “Will I persevere through this challenge of becoming suddenly visually challenged?” or “Will I ever reach my goal weight?” being answered with a “Sure”?
Highly doubtful.
It’s just one of life’s little mysteries, like how socks disappear in the wash. Or where do tweezers go to hide? Surely not under the bed.
