the last place you'd look

this morning i had a bear of a time trying to find my shoes (i never knew how appropriate equating a struggle to that of a bear could really be...i was wrong). first i checked in the living room, then in the office, the kitchen, on my bedroom floor and in the bathroom. nowhere. i would have never guessed that i actually put the shoes where they belonged the night before...but there they were, in the last place i looked, in the closet where shoes should be. this is the price of organization on an unorganized mind.

speaking of phrases: "it'll probably be in the last place you look" is a funny one. why would anyone looking for something continue to search after seeing the object? of course it's going to be in the last place you look, because once you find it you should really stop looking.

a victorian lady?

the other night my sister called to inform me that the electricity was out on our road. it was 11pm and she had just got home to a very very dark house, couldn't open the garage door to pull her car in, and was successfully freaking herself out. i'll be honest: it is nice to feel needed sometimes. :) i came home to be another body in the house and found her sitting in her car, which was still running.

grabbing my maglite out of the car, i lit the way into the house and upstairs, where my sister presently went to bed. i, on the other hand, was excited to be in an electricity-free house and lit numerous candles in my room until it was bathed in light. i sat in bed and read a book, relieved that there was no tv or internet to demand my attention. sadly, it was getting close to midnight and soon afterwards i also was asleep, but those few moments spent reading by candlelight will be cherished. i'm not sure what it is that thrills me so about being in a room aglow in candlelight, but my how i love it!

the next morning i realized that i had let a candle burning in the bathroom all night (it was totally safe...it was in a lantern-type globe). oh well. the next morning i had some errands to run and was dumbfounded to find the garage empty. betsy had already left, so it made perfect sense to not see her car...but where was mine? about a minute later (yes, it took that long) i remembered that i couldn't pull it into the garage the night before because of the power outage. so maybe i'm not as fond as i let on of power outages, as they cause confusion and i can't get enough water for a bath...and could you imagine if it were a permanent state?...outhouse in the winter? brrrrrrr