The day before yesterday, I could not find any of my long-sleeved (but not sweater) tops. It was warm enough to not wear a sweater, so I figured, okay, today I can wear something fabric. Not woolly.
But there were no shirts in my closet. Not a single one. Missing was also one I’d worn just a couple of days earlier. It had to be there. I kept looking, but time was wasting and I wanted my coffee. I gave up and wore something else. They will show up. On hangers, in the closet, exactly where I looked. Not missing, no problem. Just … gone.
This morning, I am wearing a shirt. It has a green fist on the front. It is my newest Serendipity shirt. So I figured, let’s go green. Earrings. Green turquoise bracelet. And my rings.
I had left the shirt and pants folded on the top of the chest because if I’d put them away, I’d probably still be searching for them. I might never see them again. So that was easy. But I couldn’t find my rings, which I’d worn yesterday. Or my green earrings, the ones with the beautiful green turquoise set in silver. I gave up, wore different green earrings. I eventually found a necklace. I even found my rings, exactly where they were supposed to be and where I had looked half a dozen times until finally, there they were. But the earrings with the green turquoise? Nowhere.
I do not leave my jewelry lying around. I have cache dishes so when I go to bed, the earrings I’ve forgotten to remove can go there. Nothing is left on the edge of sinks or on the end table in the living room. Why can’t I find it? Why, when I do find it, is it exactly where it ought to be and where I already looked? What’s wrong with me?
Blindly isn’t just eyes and lenses. We can be amazingly blind about many things.
What else can’t I see?