9/17/10 How can one lose a swimsuit between home and work? It was dark at 5:10 a.m. when I left for work having thrown it in the trunk. (I thought it went in the trunk.) It was dark when I arrived because the parking lot lights are out. Swimsuit should have still been in the trunk when I retrieved other items to take in to school----including a sack of food for an injured teacher. So why wasn’t it there when I went to swim.
Backtracking at home---no swimsuit. Backtracking through dark lot this morning---no swimsuit. How do I approach “lost and found” and ask if anyone has turned in a size 34, black speedo? Angie suggested that I might have accidentally put it in with the food and it had been delivered to the ailing teacher. Lisa G. thought maybe she saw it on the construction barrel in front of L.R.'s house on Houston Levee. Lisa D assumes the ailing friend, who has a pool, will just see it as a gift. Others laughed---a lot! I was mortified.
Ecclesiastes 3 says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:……………….
4 a time to weep (I was mortified) and a time to laugh, (others were laughing) a time to mourn (the loss of my mind along with my swimsuit) and a time to dance, (and celebrate friendships of people who accept you as you are and laugh with you, not at you)
After all, it’s Friday and there are more important things to pursue than a lost swimsuit.
