It’s my goal for 2010 to find a place for everything. No more frantic searching for lost items, no more sinking feeling when I realize that I need something that is probably buried in one of many piles of random stuff. No more piles of random stuff.
But of course, being only March, I’m not there yet. Better, but not there.
For more than a month now, I’ve been looking for the materials for a class I teach on Sundays. I teach a group of 3 & 4 year olds, and I have some great resources, including Ms. Prim, the puppet who instructs the children about manners and lives in a large red wig box.
But this large, red, oddly shaped box and accompanying tote bag of materials was nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere. I searched every room in the church where I might have been on a Sunday morning. I looked in both vehicles. I looked in my closet, my scary master bedroom, my garage. I asked around, and even looked in lost-and-found at church.
Nowhere. So I finally stopped looking, sure that they would turn up at some point, as most of the things that I lose tend to do.
A few days ago, I found some new materials that I would like to use. And today, as I carried them into the house, I thought and thought of a proper place to store them. A place that would be logical and would not slip my mind either in the putting-away or the getting-out stage.
I thought of the perfect place.
I went to this place, opened the door, and guess what I saw.
The oddly shaped red wig box and accompanying tote bag. Sitting right there in a very logical place.