For several days (ok, a couple of weeks) I've been looking for my blood pressure cuff. I live in a small house and there really aren't that many places for it to hide. I thought perhaps I took it to work and it got mixed in with other bp cuffs.
I went to my nurse's cave and asked her if she had an extra cuff around. She said yes and I thought my problem was solved. But the extra one she had wasn't mine. I checked with a doctor down the hall.
"Do you have your bp cuff? We have an extra one." She pulled a stethoscope from her drawer. I said, "That's stethoscope."
She rooted around and found her cuff. Then she said, "But I lost my shoes."
"I understand," I replied. I once lost only one shoe. By lunch time I'd forgotten to ask about my bp cuff.
"Did you ever find your bowl?" asked one of the lunch group.
"No, and I can't find my molasses."
"Well no one would take your molasses. No one else can stand the stuff. Where's the salt?"
When my children were young and I did lots of laundry, I had a grocery sack full of lonely socks. Never in the history of the world has anyone lost a pair of socks, mind you.
Where do these things go? Blood pressure cuffs, shoes, lonely socks, molasses, minds?