Thursday, December 06, 2007


GloveI don't lose things very often. Misplace them, yes, but lose them no. I'm not sure where this came from. I suspect it may have something to do with the fact that my brother lost things all the time and I witnessed how upset my mother got about a number of those losses, particularly the brand new, very expensive eye glasses. But whatever the reason I am very careful about making sure I hang on to all my stuff.

Tuesday was a cold day, and as we were leaving for work Amy reminded me to take a hat. I picked up my fleece hat and stuck it in my jacket pocket. I didn't want to put it on because my hair was still damp, and I didn't want to go through the day with flat hair. I wore my gloves. I'm pretty sure I kept them on until I was in the building my office is in. When I take off gloves I stick them in my jacket pockets.

Fast forward to the end of the day. Amy was in my office, since she'd had an afternoon meeting in my building, as I suited up to leave. I put on my coat, pulled out the right glove and stuck my hand in the left pocket for the left glove. All I found was hat. I pulled out the hat and all I found was emptiness. My left glove was not in its usual place. I checked around my office, I checked with the main desk in the building, I checked the food court next door, I checked by the car. The glove was nowhere to be found.

I am upset about this missing glove. The gloves aren't new. They are several years old, one of two pairs of leather gloves Amy bought me for Christmas one year. The lining is deteriorating and they were likely to be replaced in the very near future. So the loss of this glove isn't really a big deal. I have another pair of leather gloves to wear. But it is driving me crazy that I lost this one. I don't lose things. But apparently I do.

This lose pales in the face of the families who have lost their homes and cars to a fuel truck driver who lost control on a rotary (traffic circle/roundabout) in the middle of the night Tuesday - he was speeding. I can't imagine the terror of waking up to flames everywhere, (well actually I can because I have a _very_ vivid imagination but imagining never comes close to the actual feelings). Or the sorrow of the families in Nebraska whose loved ones were gunned down in a mall yesterday. Even so, I miss my glove and I wish it would find its way home.

1 comment:

Shelley said...

Bummer! And I was just admiring those gloves, too...

Hope it finds its way home. Or that you find a new pair to warm your hands and heart.