You might call it frustrating. Me, I call it the opportunity to reacquaint myself with every square inch of my condo. It always starts the same way. Sally is at work and I decide that I want to look at something – in this instance a couple of items I recently brought back from Washington for my granddaughter. Over the next hour or so I looked in every closet, opened every drawer, and explored every nook and cranny. If we had a thirteen year old, I would now know where he was hiding the Playboys. I saw stuff I hadn’t seen in years. But I couldn’t find Maple’s gifts.
Sally was positive that she had put the stuff in one of two places. She was wrong, but the riddle was solved within a few minutes. One thing for sure, I’d never find her if we ever played hide and seek.