I had put 20.00 in my purse, before heading out to a local church bazaar. When I returned, after purchasing a few small things, I realized that I had lost 20.00.
This annoyed me. I had to reconcile the loss, by thinking the church had given me the wrong change. I considered going back, but did not.
This was odd, in another way. While I was at the church, a woman walked up to the cash register and gave me a meaningful look. She then handed the church lady a 20.00 bill, and stated that she was making a simple donation to the cause. She kept staring at me, for reasons that were unclear.
After looking through my purse a multitude of times, I couldn’t figure it out. Where was my 20.00 bill? And, why was that woman staring at me, while handing the church lady the same amount of money?
I decided to forget about it. It was too confusing.
In the meantime, while a student sat at my piano, I searched everywhere for a tiny notepad that I had. I knew I had two, but couldn’t find the second one – anywhere.
I wanted to give it to him, because I had two – and he needed one for his lessons.
I gave up thinking about it.
Within the same week, I searched (and searched) for a packaged ham that I knew I had bought a few weeks earlier – in my freezer. It was gone.
This was frustrating for me, as I knew I had bought one. I moved everything in the freezer, looking for it.
I rolled my eyes, and thought about all the other things that were missing from my possession, and decided not to think about it anymore.
Until a week later.
It was a Friday, the following week. I was getting out of my car. I grabbed my purse, and found a 20.00 bill in the seat of my car.
It wasn’t there all the other times I had gotten out of my car. I always look in the passenger seat of my car, before getting out.
But, there it was.
I walked into the house, and set down my purse. I looked on the table in the hallway, and 2 notebooks were stacked neatly on the tablecloth.
I shook my head, and remembered that I had looked for the missing notebook, just a week earlier.
I asked my husband if he had placed the second notebook there.
He did not.
I went to the kitchen, and opened the freezer to look for something to make for dinner.
And, there it was.
The ham steak I had looked for – a week ago.
Sitting in full view.
I guess I’m writing all of this down, because of the peculiarity of it all.
Everything I had lost, the previous week, had been returned.
And, all in one day.