This morning, my dear friend Gwen posted on Facebook a link to this CNN story about a ship that had lost some 520 huge containers in the sea. She added, “This makes me feel so much better about misplacing my keys.”
To which I commented, “My keys and my iPod,” which have been missing, presumably together, since I came down with bronchitis a few weeks ago. I added, “And I can’t blame heavy seas.”
And Gwen, being as clever and insightful as she always is, said, “Well, not in the literal sense, anyway.”
Yes. This. I have been caught up in rough seas, and there have been casualties:
The lost car keys (naturally, the ones with my gym membership card and my post office key on them).
The pile of clean clothes on my bedroom floor.
The pile of dirty ones in the closet.
The (now stale) bread I bought while on television that somehow wasn’t eaten, even though, as I said on television, I usually go through one every few days.
The missed credit card payment. Dammit.
A pair of matching socks, as I cannot even find one pair except sometimes, if I’m lucky, in the dirty clothes pile.
My MIA iPod.
All lost or missing or piled too high, and all signs of how things have been this winter. And no wonder. I have been lost at sea while on land, caught in turbulent waves of personal troubles, surprise oil bills, and way the f**k too much snow.
Gwen was right: Things are lost, and I can too blame heavy seas. If I’m lucky, my keys and my iPod will wash ashore now that the surf has calmed down. Until then, I will look forward to when the weather gets warm (ahem, oil bills and snow) enough that I won’t even need socks.