Labor Day Weekend indeed
We spent the weekend tearing apart every closet and storage area we have in the house looking for a journal that John had inherited from his grandmother. He last saw the book when we changed dressers to give Karen's dresser to her after their divorce. That was in 2000 or 2001!
He tried describing the book to me, and his memory made it approximately the size of a ledger book. Imagine our frustration with every closet we cleared and organized only to be unable to locate the one thing we were hunting. At least we did some cleaning, too. When John went to work, I still had one closet to search, but that was going to be it. We started to lose hope that the journal was still in the house, though we really doubted it could be anywhere else.
During the day yesterday, I put up a second hummingbird feeder, because I sat outside for a while and discovered we have enough around for them to be chasing each other off the existing feeder. I also put out a birdseed bell for the other birds and fed the lilies in the front of the house and out back.
I tackled the remaining closet last night, and much to my chagrin and anguish, I was unable to locate the missing journal. I went to bed thoroughly frustrated and depressed on John's behalf.
John called me this afternoon with the good news that he had found the missing journal in a box of items that had been in the original dresser. It turned out to be much smaller than he remembered, and he said he was inspired to check the box, even though both of us had glanced through the contents that we could see without taking everything out of the box. It was in the very bottom of the box.
This cheered him immensely, as it did me. It has been the sole bright spot we have seen in a month and a half.
Tomorrow, I have to go to Jackson overnight for a workshop Thursday morning. Yet another night John and I will be separated, but I will be back Thursday evening.
'Til next time...
He tried describing the book to me, and his memory made it approximately the size of a ledger book. Imagine our frustration with every closet we cleared and organized only to be unable to locate the one thing we were hunting. At least we did some cleaning, too. When John went to work, I still had one closet to search, but that was going to be it. We started to lose hope that the journal was still in the house, though we really doubted it could be anywhere else.
During the day yesterday, I put up a second hummingbird feeder, because I sat outside for a while and discovered we have enough around for them to be chasing each other off the existing feeder. I also put out a birdseed bell for the other birds and fed the lilies in the front of the house and out back.
I tackled the remaining closet last night, and much to my chagrin and anguish, I was unable to locate the missing journal. I went to bed thoroughly frustrated and depressed on John's behalf.
John called me this afternoon with the good news that he had found the missing journal in a box of items that had been in the original dresser. It turned out to be much smaller than he remembered, and he said he was inspired to check the box, even though both of us had glanced through the contents that we could see without taking everything out of the box. It was in the very bottom of the box.
This cheered him immensely, as it did me. It has been the sole bright spot we have seen in a month and a half.
Tomorrow, I have to go to Jackson overnight for a workshop Thursday morning. Yet another night John and I will be separated, but I will be back Thursday evening.
'Til next time...