Happy found, happy lost

[flemmings]

Spent the evening with a chatty three year old. Am reminded that three year olds are like demented adults: their conversation proceeds reasonably for a little while and then swoops into non-sequiturs, disjunctions, and occasionally babble.

Hadn't much wanted to do childcare for the meeting, having disturbed my neck nerves by hefting a 10 kilo bag of salt from the hardware store after Sunday's heads up/ winter is coming. But in between watching young miss paint three pieces of paper solid black ('she's into the goth thing' I told her Papa when he came upstairs for her) I stumbled upon my long-missing fleecy, left in the pre-school a month and more ago when I was pulled in for a shift there.

I was also a pound or two lighter this morning (literally either one pound or two, depending which reading you accept; but I verified the two, so here's hoping.)

Comments

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

I love finding the things lost that I need and losing the things I really don't need but never go away! Ahahaha! Nice! ^_^

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

It's true that the unloved stick around forever. With clothes it's doubtless because one never wears them- the orange shirt, the never-stay-up socks...

[mvrdrk.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled for your find! And your interesting 3 year old, but boo on the neck twinging! Go you on the two pounds, too!

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Necks are an occupational hazard, alas. Would help if I stood and sat up straight.

Two pounds is now three. I wonder how long before pogo effect happens, but am happy for small alleviations.