A while
ago, I don’t know, maybe two or three weeks ago, one of the roosters had something
sticky stuck to his feathers and the only way to remove it without hurting the
bird was to cut the feathers. Easy enough.
Because it was cold, I put on my multi-purpose coat I always wear when I have to
do things outside , in winter, when I am home. I brought out the scissors, cut the feathers, job’s
done. Put the scissors on a table outside
because I had to do something and could not go in the house to return it to a
safe place so we can find it easily the next time we need it. End of story.
Sometime later,
because of an event at school, I had to go to the city and refill my laser
printer cartridge. The last time I had done that was at the end of May 2015,
and , as things usually are, when you need something the most it will find a way
to break or need refilling. The bus must've come a few minutes early because I had
to wait an hour in the station until another bus came that only took me in the next
town where I jumped into a car with the same destination as me. (there’s a lot
of hitchhiking going on in my world. Worth talking about some other time.)
In town,
because the guy at the shop wasn’t coming until noon to refill my cartridge, I went
shopping. And I say a really nice Ficus Benjamina that I regret to this day not
buying it. A few years back, when I was in college, I was in a supermarket when
I saw a Benjamina and instantly fell in love with it. So deeply that I spent the
last money I had on me to buy it, risking to get stranded in a strange city at
night with no place to sleep. It wasn’t expensive,
the risk of not catching the bus home was higher. I loved that plant. However, I
didn’t know at the time how to properly take care of it and, about a year and a
half later, it died. I had always wanted a Ficus and now I have one, a Ficus
Elastica, you know, the broad leaved, giant-growing type. However, ever since I
saw that Benjamina I am determined the buy on in spring, of the first chance I get.
I have learned a lot of things about plant growing since that unfortunate
moment years ago.
Back to the
actual story…
So, the
event at school involved a lot of paper. Some of that paper needed to be cut
into certain shapes and sizes. With a scissors. That I could not find. Before this
school thing, I needed the scissors to cut open a few bags of pasta, some other
ingredients for cooking, I looked for it, didn’t find it, resolve to using a
knife. Cutting the papers the way I wanted, though, required a fine instrument
made for just that. Definitely not a knife.
So I looked
for the scissors. That day when I had put it on the table was long in the past.
And it wasn’t there, as expected. Things rarely stay in the same place where
you put them. Someone always comes and put them somewhere else. It is a
universal rule. I assumed Mom took the scissors so she was the first person I asked
where is it. She didn’t know. I looked all over the kitchen, maybe it was
covered by something, maybe someone put it behind a flower pot or it fell on the
floor and got swept under the couch. (Thing also have a tendency to disappear under
furniture. Case-in-point, Mom’s hat. She bought it one day, she lost it the
next, and we could not find in for a whole year. Can you guess where it was?) I
looked in all the drawers in the house next. All of them, even in those I knew
for sure in could not be. You know how it is when you lose something. Must look
everywhere, including/especially in the place it could not possibly be, because
a) you never put it there, b) it could not possibly fit in that place, c)
because you remember one time putting it there but it may actually be a similar
object or it happened several years ago, d) some other stupid reason to waste
your time.
In the end I
borrowed a pair of scissors from a kid at school and cut my papers the day
before the event.
A few days
later, I decided to spend my free time doing some cross stitching. I do that from
time to time. It is calming. It keeps me from doing stupid things and it is
also addictive because once I start I find it very difficult to stop. But I love
it. Don’t know how other peoples do it, but in my world there is this custom
that on March 1st and 8th of every year to offer people
tokens that celebrate the coming of spring. There’s a big thing about this
holiday. In the second half of February the markets and all shops are full of
such tokens – basically, some good luck charm, tiny doll, a plastic flower that
has attached to it a red and white string. (I will probably do an post on the subject
when the time comes.)
Anyway,
because I find the tokens they make nowadays quite tacky and totally ugly, and
because I really love cross stitching , I decided to make my own small gifts. For
that I needed a special type of cloth that needed to be cut into the needed
shapes and sizes. And for that I need a pair of scissors.
That is why
I started the search again. First I asked Mom, then I looked through the same places as
before even if I knew for sure this time I will not find it anywhere in them. Meantime,
I found the bag of thread balls that I would need and decided to see what new colors
should I buy. You can never have enough of them. That is where I found another
scissors, a small one that was intended for nails (at least that is how it was
sold in the shop) that I use for plants and sewing and that I had lost about a
year ago and had given up the search. Problem solved.
I gave up
on my scissors and decided to buy a new one and take better care of it in the future.
Maybe install a tracking device on it , just in case. In fact, I was in the shop yesterday and was
thinking of buying one but I ended up getting a stapler. Not because I forgot
or I didn’t have enough money. It was mostly because I didn’t want to open my
mouth a third time and ask “Do you have scissors?” Noooo. I talked a lot about the stapler and
about finding the right kind of staples but not about the scissors. I thought, I’ll
get one next time I come by.
In conclusion,
I am the proud owner of a stapler that has the right type of stapes.
Yesterday evening,
because it was cold I put on my coat and went to get some water from the well. Because
it was cold I decided to put on gloves. Being a practical person at times (and because
I find it easier to find them) I keep the gloves in one of the 5 pockets my
wonder coat has. I usually put them in the same right side pocket but I deviate
from time to time, that is why, last night when I decided to put them on , I searched
both pockets at the same time. With the right hand I took out the pair of
gloves, and with the left, what do you know? a pair of scissors I had never
left on that table two or three weeks ago. My guess, just a memory from who
knows when. My sister asked “Do you ever
use those pockets?” I said no. It's the truth.
In retrospect,
I was wearing the coat while I was looking for the scissors. For weeks, I wore
that coat every day.
The lesson?
Things just like to hide from you. And they laugh their hearts out because you are too stupid to
find them. 
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