After moving to the house – and taking up a family – I began facing a profound mystery. Possessions would simply disappear. It wasn’t like my bachelor days, when things returned to their proper places. And it wasn’t always little stuff, either, meaning we couldn’t always suspect the kids.
While I obviously fretted, my wife took the calmer “it will turn up eventually” approach, which occasionally actually worked.
It didn’t take long for me to conclude that we have another room in the house – I know it’s not in the barn – one we haven’t yet located. And I’m certain that’s where all of our missing objects have gone, just waiting to be rediscovered. It has to be quite large, centrally located behind a wall or two. Or maybe even between floors.
There’s one more thing I’m certain of – it will be stuffed to the gills.
My wife has finally agreed with me. And she promises me the room will turn up eventually.
Now, where did I put my glasses?