Lost and found

I’ve been moving ~1000 CDs from their plastic cases into storage binders. And while doing so I lost my best pair of scissors. (I sometimes need them to cut back-cover inserts down to size.) Elaine, who has a gift for finding lost objects, wondered if I might have thrown the scissors away with all the unrecyclable (at least here) plastic. I doubted it. But when we moved our trash from our old can to a new one, she spotted the scissors, poking through a bag.

And then a knife that once belonged to my parents went missing, a Regent Sheffield paring knife, made in England. The knife went with me when I left for Boston in 1980. I had to find it. So I put on rubber gloves and deconstructed a bag full of garbage. And there it was, at the very bottom, amid carrot peels. Yes, I had done the peeling and cutting.

Small wins. I’ll take them.

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