Tuesday morning I went on a scavenger hunt, recognizing that I had become lax in my generally organized visual accoutrement. Scattered throughout my abode are eight pair of Dollar Store reading glasses, each in their proper home. I am pretty good about keeping those investments where they belong.
The realization came to me that things were getting out of hand yesterday. As I was applying my nighttime moisturizer in the a.m. I became aghast. What was happening? I rectified the situation and reapplied sunscreen, slightly shaken by my mishap. Moving on to the laundry needs, I proceeded to cleanse our clothing without checking the pockets. Usually an errant tissue will survive unscathed, having super-ply thickness or lotion or something in it. No such luck.
I went to shake the clothes, dispersing little white blobs everywhere, and recognized I needed my glasses to wipe down the inside of the machine and unclog the pores in there. Aha! Where were the kitchen table pair of readers, junk drawer inhabitants, or bedroom nightstand pair usually on top of my head? Thus, the scavenger hunt.
All have been returned to their proper places, most having been found partying with the tissues in various pockets.