My mom would ask me if I’d seen her (whatever). I’d say, “Did you look in the refrigerator?” She’d say, “It wouldn’t be in there.” I’d say, “If you don’t know where it is, you don’t know where it isn’t.”
Mom was always misplacing stuff.
Anyway, I don’t know if anything ever turned up in the refrigerator.
I was going to walk up to the clubhouse and mail Charlie’s letter and a card, then decided to go to the library and then I thought as I was leaving there, that I’d check with the thrift store and drop off the stuff in the cargo area.
Done. Meanwhile I still have a bag in here that I’m working on filling, and when I feel a little more up to moving around, there will be more.
I consider anything I do as a victory, from taking a shower to going to Walmart. There was a day, not too long ago, when a shower was as good as it got and that was only possible about every four days. So like I said. Everything I do, no matter how insignificant is a victory.
Speaking of things...I decided to cook up a burger patty for lunch and went to use the pink salt grinder to season the patty and the grinder top came off in my hand. There was salt in the pan, on the burger, and there is now a hugh mess on the stove and the floor. It will wait.
In the meantime, I’ll try to run down the company online and launch a complaint.