The time, the new SIM card for the handi, the Beret.
Not sure that I really did anything at all today, but I was quite busy doing it. I ran errands at HMEDDAC, dropped off library books, couldn’t find anyone home at the Patton Ed Center. Most importantly, Mole and I bought a new ironing board, cover and drying rack. The old ironing board had taken a ride to the recycling center earlier this month. After being dragged around for years with legs bent at odd angles, it finally refused to stand up straight with a 50/50 chance of collapse just as you pressed down with the iron. Don’t know about you, but I really am not in favor of ironing clothes on the body; not my body or anyone elses for that matter. Since I have been bitten by the sewing bug, crawling around on the floor trying manage seam details while protecting the hard wood floors has proven not great for my back. The drying rack we have is so old that the paint has peeled off the wood and falls over when even a mild breeze comes by.
And then there is time spent doing back ups and searching for the SIM Card. It came in the mail earlier this week and I very carefully put it where it would not be lost, then forgot about it. When George called me today to inquire about having the phone ready to go I took a deep breath and went into the office. An hour later I had a lovely box of trash and empty envelops for recycling (seems to me that it should not take two years to open things. Sometimes there can be good things missed because a deadline passes. More often it winds up costing more money. I hate paying stupid service fees, but I digress). Have a showed you a picture of this room?
No, I didn’t think so and since it is not technically my space I will refrain from making other members of my household look like packrats. The SIM card envelop (which, since I had signed for the thing last week, I knew had to be in there somewhere) was on the desk under a few layers. The Mole put it in the phone. And then I put the phone somewhere brilliant.
Probably in the same place as the City Sweater which is at 90% complete and I tucked away before heading to NYC. If I am lucky, it will turn up as I pack. If not, I take along the sweater I promised George. In either case, yarn gets used.
Certainly none of my missing things are in the same place as the US Army Beret which is finally going be replaced with a patrol cap with the ACUs. Being retired, it is not my problem. For the last five weeks on active duty it was since I didn’t have a clue where I had put it (hint – door pocket in the car) prior to deployment and was “forced” to live with the patrol cap. If you are not familiar – the beret is the dorky black version with the cocks comb in front requiring two hands to position it properly and only fitting well on shaved heads. The patrol cap is that nice ACU patterned hat that is almost but not completely like a ball cap. Flips on with one hand, shades the eyes from rain and sun.
Camera – check
computer – check
wallet – check
passport – check
money – oh, oh.