Lost and found: Two buckets
Want to know a good time to lose stuff? When you're moving. Mercy, is that a good time to lose stuff.
Exhibit A: our son's bathing suit. He needs Speedo jammers for swim team, and last year's was thin to the point of (ahem) a small hole or two. Though he only needs a Speedo for meets, it was clear a new one was a must. We're moving this summer and the kids are only swimming half the meets… so: 3 meets, one $35 speedo. Dislike that math. Nevertheless, we got one. We had it in hand for maybe a week when, lo and behold, we left the darn thing in New England while visiting family. My kind folks duly shipped it down, with it hitting our mailbox minutes before we left the house for our first meet. Whew. Next morning our house was full of movers packing up all our earthly possessions, and I was corralling up items into a Big Huge Pile, roped off from the moving fray. I hand-carried the kids' swim gear, including the infernal Speedo, to the Big Pile. Two days later, our house empty and vacated, I was organizing stuff in the house our kind vacationing friends were letting us use. The Speedo was absolutely nowhere. Fully absent and MIA. I looked and looked and looked. Then I became livid. Unreasonably livid. How dare that t*j*~@H Speedo up and wander off, when buying it in the first place had been an unwanted (and borderline unnecessary) chore? And, lost again? When I'd worked so hard to keep it found?
