Where's My Pony?
Just moved the last of my boxes from storage to Ravenshead during my lunch break today, and in a revoltin' development discovered that I seem to be short 2 - 3 crucial containers. Guess what they had in them? Yep. 90% of my kitchen stuff. The good stuff. The stuff I was really, REALLY looking forward to unpacking and using again after eight-odd years being packed away. Unless there's a secret hidey-hole in my locker somewhere, it's all gone.
Pots, skillets, mixing bowls, serving trays, cookware, barware, flatware, glassware, rolling pins, pie tins, blenders, mixers, yogurt and espresso makers, springform, muffin and baguette pans, woks, spatulas, spoons, ladles, knives, mallets, chopsticks, whisks, strainers, can openers, sausage stuffers, -- vanished into thin air, like a rabbit in a hat. Even my cookbooks. It's gone. All gone.
It's not that any of this can't be replaced, it can (although the Italian espresso machine will be particularly missed), it's just that here I've been under the impression that I've been lugging this stuff from one living situation to another for years -- and SO anticipating its impending re-emergence into the light of day -- that now that it's aparently disappeared, I'm feeling very unhappy.
Remember Ronald Reagan's old story about the kid who woke up on Christmas morning, ran out to the stable and saw the big pile of manure, and said, "With all this, there must be a pony around here somewhere!" That's the sort of disappointment I'm feeling; all this manure, and not a pony in sight. But for me it's even worse, because at one time the pony actually existed! Evidentally it snuck out of the barn in the middle of the night, and I'm going to have to spend a fair amount of money to replace it.
Plus, it begs the question: WHERE did all those things go? Are they sitting in cupboards and drawers at the house on Durland? Did they get left in a closet during the brief stay on 17th N? Were they accidentally schlepped to the dump when the house on N 125th was sold? I've no idea. And the mystery of its disappearance is, frankly a bit disturbing.
Well, I guess I should look at it as an opportunity -- or more to the point, perhaps you-all can. I've got a birthday coming up in exactly 32 days, don't you know, and now you've got a list.
on 1:21 PM