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I Put It In a Safe Place

I put it in a safe place, that little piece of paper with the important information on it.

Of course, if I’d put it in my wallet with the other pieces of paper I got that day, I would have it in my hot little hands. But it’s not, because I wanted to put it somewhere extra safe. And now I can’t find it.

So I rack my brain, where is that place I deemed safe? I have torn apart my wallet, and it is not in any compartment. Nor is it in any crevice of my purse, although I did find my long lost lip gloss and an old piece of chewed gum in its wrapper. Sometimes, I stick things in the sides of my car door, but not this time.

Could I have stashed it in my jeans pocket for safe keeping, meaning to transfer it later? After rummaging through every pair of pants I could have worn that night, I come up with a crinkled movie ticket and an elastic, but not the piece of paper I was looking for.

Had it rained that night? Chances are it had, so I check the pockets of first my rain coats, and then every other possible option, including my ski jacket; although it most certainly wasn’t snowing. Nada. I must have stashed it in one of my trusty drawers, unfortunately there are many of these in my house. I should really do something about this.

Kitchen drawer? Utensil drawer? Basket under my island? Desk drawer? Sock drawer? Loose change drawer? Did I absentmindedly drop it in my daughter’s drawer? I open them with anticipation, and close them, crestfallen.

Did I use it as a bookmark? Grasping at straws, I rifle through the stack beside my bed, and then start on the magazines, but I’m starting to lose hope. I hit the recycling bin, but digging through the garbage yields nothing of importance, only paper cuts.

As I retrace my possible mysterious steps, I become more obsessed with finding the paper, not because of its worth, but because of the need to redeem myself, to show there was method to my madness. To prove to myself that safe places exist. Imagine what other treasures I will find there, assuming, of course, I find it.

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  1. April 4, 2011 at 2:21 pm

    WHAT IS IT? I am dying with suspense here! The tone of this post is so perfect and haunting. I want you to find “it” and I don’t even know what it is!

    • April 5, 2011 at 2:31 am

      Haha – this time, a gift certificate for a facial which my pores were dying for, but last week it was a scrap of paper with an important contact’s information scribbled on it, the week before that it was a book mark containing the key to happiness…

  2. April 4, 2011 at 3:53 pm

    This is the STORY OF MY LIFE! You have captured it PERFECTLY! Let us know what IT is and when you find IT!
    Kathy

    • April 5, 2011 at 2:32 am

      I just spilled the beans to Tori, but this scenario happens all too often in my life! I really need a personal assistant, someone to hand such important scraps to.

  3. April 4, 2011 at 5:15 pm

    I hardly ever lose things, Deanna, but it’s always fun to find other things (like money) that you’ve “put in a safe place” while you’re looking for whatever it is!

    It’s maddening, but it was an entertaining blog post!

    Wendy

  4. lucieloves
    April 5, 2011 at 5:53 am

    You could put all those things into an iPhone 4 you know 🙂 just sayin’

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