I've spent the past week moving. Just when I think I have everything out of the old house, I open a cabinet door or a drawer and find something I've missed. And each "find" seems more like a bunch of junk than the one before. I've thrown lots of stuff away. Some of it is usable, good stuff; but I don't want to deal with taking it to the proper place to dispose of it, so in the trash it goes.
I've misplaced a few things and then found them. There are a couple of items (a German beer stein stuffed full of pocket knives, two cell phone chargers) that I absolutely cannot locate, although I know I moved them.
Tuesday we received our Economic Stimulus Payment. I laid it right on the kitchen table for Cliff to see, and mentioned it to him yesterday morning when he got up.
This morning when he got home from work at 1 A.M., I couldn't go back to sleep, what with one petty worry and another demanding attention in my overloaded brain. Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, this thought occurred: "What did I do with that government check?"
I told myself not to be concerned, that I'd locate it after I got up in the morning.
Somewhere around five, with very little sleep under my belt since 1 A.M., I made my coffee and commenced my search. I looked in all the places I would have normally put it: The checkbook, my billfold, the bill holder.
I sneaked into the bedroom and checked Cliff's billfold in case he'd picked it up and put it away. No dice.
So my next move, unpleasant as it was in the pre-dawn hours, was to go through the contents of my trash can, piece by piece. Twice. No check.
Almost in tears, I recalled Cliff saying he was taking some things to the car that need to go in the safe deposit box at the local bank. It was a long shot, but I thought to myself, "Perhaps he took the check to the car, too."
Sure enough. There it was, in all its glory.
I would have just woke him up and asked him, but he has been overburdened lately and needs all the sleep he can get.
This sort of scenario is played out daily since we've moved, but so far nothing else has involved $1,200. Whew.