"A place for everything, and everything in its place," my friend Mary Poppins said.
Hers is a maxim I try to live by. I am of that age where I have a knack for putting down a pair of scissors, my sunglasses, or Scotch Tape, only to discover that several hours, and on occasion several minutes, later, I can't find it, and have no recollection of where I put it.
Come to think of it, I have been of that age for the last twenty years or so.
The other day I used Scotch Tape to seal two envelopes. Ten hours later, my tape had disappeared. Guess that's why it's called Invisible Tape.
I know that I will find my tape.
Only when I am looking for something else. That's what always happens. Like some law that exists--I am allowed to find one thing, but only when something else goes missing. I wonder if I could purposely misplace something, just so I could get my tape back.
Unless it walked off. No doubt with my masking tape. Duct tape is still in my tape drawer.
For that, I am grateful.
Causes Eva Schlesinger Supports
Center For Young Women's Development
Alameda County Library Foundation