Humor is a Must
Today I am looking forward to having my Eden Prairie family come for a visit. It is Rail Road Days here in St. James and a lot of things are added to the venue to attract as many people from out of town as possible. The All School Reunion is bringing daughter Carrie and her family here. Megan and Nicholas will stay with Dennis and I while reunion activities take Carrie and Jeremy to the Hickory.
I was flitting about the house with the every morning routines with I spied with my little eye an empty telephone port. It is not like we have a multi-thousand square foot home. How many places could a portable phone hid in a 720 square foot home? My cell phone would surely be able to ring my home number and the lost would be found in a heart beat. The last time one of the phones disappeared it had been wedged into the sofa pillows so naturally I stood in the middle of the living room and dialed our home number – nothing. I went into the sewing room in the basement and redialed – nothing other than the phone in the basement telephone port ringing. Shaking my head I did recall last Christmas when my cell phone went missing and it ended up in Eden Prairie. I had packed it up and sent it home along with the rest of Carrie’s Christmas goodies. I still laugh when I think of the many times I dialed the cell phone number to find it in the house. As the kids were driving home Megan told Carrie and Jeremy repeatedly that she could hear a lady talking. It was the automated voice announcing no one was able to take the call and a message should be left.
In my mind I retraced the events of Friday and I had not been anywhere but at home and no one had visited. Out I went to the garage to see if the garbage bin would ring – nothing. The potting shed offered no orphan ring. This ole gal had to slow down and have a bit of cold morning coffee at the dining room table. I looked around totally at a loss as I knew when Dennis came home this would be right up his alley to say “tables reversed — how does it feel?”
I decided to let the hunt go for a bit and just keep busy with housework. I had been working on some hand quilting and as I moved the project the light bulb went off. Yesterday I had gone into the attic to retrieve a quilted wall hanging I wanted to send to Kevin for his 4th of July birthday. I had taken a phone up to the attic so I wouldn’t be prone to scramble down the steps in the event a family member called. The lost was found and I am still chuckling at myself. The older I get I do know that finding humor in some of my doings is healthier than being upset.