No, I Still Haven't Found It

Day Four: Supplies are running low but my team stays strong and loyal.

Of course, that's because there's still plenty of dog food; dachshunds are not deep. ("Is there still food? We're good.") Lani buys me groceries so that helps but this is moving into more and more surreal territory. No matter where I find the damn thing now, it's going to be an anti-climax ("It was under something"), plus the guilt from having so many people worry about it is really upping the pressure, particularly casting down people in the Mother Country. I'm hesitating to call on St. Anthony because if that doesn't work, there goes a religion.

On the other hand, I'm finding things I forgot I had. For example, I have a glue organizer. You know those black canvas organizers that you're supposed to put all your craft stuff in? I have one just for glue. I had no idea I had so many kinds of glue. I had no idea there WERE so many kinds of glue. And mine are so well organized. Then I unearthed a vintage green and yellow embroidered folk dress. Ugliest thing I've ever seen so it must have been from eBay because I would never have traded money for it in real life. And then, for some unknown reason, I kept it. I don't understand myself some times. That's goin' to Goodwill. I also found a jar of jam in my crochet basket. Well, one of my crochet baskets. No, I have no idea why. I'm not even going to guess because that's nothing but weird. Which, coincidentally, will be the name of my store when I open one to sell all this stuff I've accumulated in sixty years: Nothing But Weird. Then there was the bag Lani used to carry Mona around in when she was a puppy. It's full of belly bands, which are basically designer diapers for dogs. Veronica's all had skirts. I don't know why I thought that would work. So progress is being made. Just no purse.

Returning to the hunt now. Be strong. No worries. Nothing but good times ahead. Try to think of something else.

Das Purse. It's lurking here somewhere.