Few things make me more angry at myself than losing things. I, if I were a knight, would be dubbed Craig, The Not Loser of Things, Son of Edmond the Reader. Apparently, I am being asked to remain flexible (and human) in my estimation of my self. Fluidity in all things.
I know there is a certain psychology to leaving things behind. I remember following my mom through my grandparents house in Harwich as she did the final scan before departure to make sure that nothing was left. She, and I , knew this time would be different, that we'd find everything, and we would collectively clear the Hermes leavings record. My grandfather would follow along behind us, whistling and jiggling the change in his pockets, chuckling and trying to supress an impish grin.
"Shall I just fill out the shipping label now?" he'd say?
"Nope! Got it all..." Mom would assure the universe.
Two weeks later we'd get a package in the mail with a shoe or hairbrush or book, and a note saying "Guess you left something behind because you didn't really want to leave..."
Where does this amber colored waltz down memory lane take us then?
Apparently, I am very fond of the Comfort Inn in Joliet. I left my Blackberry charger, my Canon charger and my computer neoprene case. I don't think it was because I was overly touched by brushing lives with Narayan or Maria, think it was more a case of post-Nyquil haze.
When I stay with my pal Ginny and her husband Greg tonight in Denver, I will check out Best Buy to see if I can get replacements.
Well, gotta hit the road on the first day of the trip that feels like winter. It's crystal clear and icy cold--Motel 6 roomkeys make the perfect scraper for the woefully unprepared. Take that, Man Vs. wild. Speaking of, saw that show last night. Good to know I now know how to bite the heads off the choicest maggots in the deer carcass in order to get protein and calories. You see, I would have just popped the whole thing in, as I'm apt to do when enjoying maggots, but now I know to bite the heads off because, "...they're the really disgusting part..."
With that, I'm off.
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