If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. First I was dealing with lost mail and then when I wanted to go out this morning, I discovered, much to my horror, that my sun hat had mysteriously disappeared. It was not on the floor or on the shelf, nor was it inside my blue knapsack or my gray knapsack.
Fortunately, I do have two other sun hats waiting in the wings. I chose one, grateful for its presence. I went to the gym to look through the Lost and Found as well to peer into the locker I had used. No hat.
When I got home, I searched some more. Then I had a thought. Instead of looking in the main compartment of my new gray knapsack, I decided to check one of its many outside front pockets. First pocket: no hat. Then I unzipped the second pocket. There was my hat, a bit sleepy, but otherwise fine.
I kissed it hello and shouted, “You’re here! You’re here!”
As you might imagine, I was very happy to let my hat out of the bag.
Notes from the cupcake rescue league 