I was having a discussion recently with Lynn at Life After 50 about my trials and tribulations with losing things around the house. She told me about her theory of evil gnomes who move into our homes uninvited after our children have grown and moved away. It seems they take great delight in messing with our minds while playing hide-and-seek with our belongings.
I prefer her theory over the prevailing thought that it’s a function of our aging brain. My brain insists it’s just fine, thank you very much.
In my most recent challenge, I have misplaced the cable to recharge my FitBit. I’m sure I saw it while I was frenetically tidying up the house last week before we left for Quebec City. It’s a little ironic that if I had left the house in its usual disarray, that damn cable could very well be sitting out in plain sight.
In the meantime, my FitBit is sending desperate messages for help to my phone. I am powerless to stop its slow decline to blackness.
I’ve searched – multiple times – all the logical places that the cable could possibly be. I’ve even started poking around in illogical places. So far I have managed to find my Ironman watch – which has been missing since last fall – and a pair of small silver earrings I lost weeks ago.
In addition, Gilles has managed to find one of my missing socks stuffed in the back pocket of one of his cycling jerseys.
As my search into increasingly obscure places fails to uncover the missing cable, I’m slowly coming to the conclusion I may need to simply buy another one. The thought pains me.
So be gone, you evil little gnome – and take any family and friends you may have with you. You are not welcome here.