It’s raining again. Pouring to be exact. It’s funny how fast the weather changes around here. Every day I come home to blinking clocks, blinking lights, and my wireless has yet again, reset itself.While searching through a pile of recipes, I came across a collection of my SO’s grandmother’s recipes. Stuffed in a little dingy yellow 3″x5″ card box, was a vast assortment of hand written recipes. I’ve started posting them over on another blog. The jello fascination, the vanilla instant pudding craze, and the down-right strange ‘canned corned beef’ recipes are fascinating in a deer-in-the-headlights kinda way.I hate when I misplace something. I become very obsessive. I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 days opening up every box, bag, and desk drawer in hopes of finding my house pics. I know I put them on cds. But I’ll be darned if I could find them. I’ve searched the same places over and over again. I once heard the definition of insanity, was doing something over and over again but expecting the results to change. Somehow if I continued to look in the same drawer, room, box, etc, it would magically appear there. Maybe next time or the next….

I searched the garage, knowing that the only things left are the things you need once and are afraid you might need again.

(Damn its raining harder…)

I searched the basement. Fought off a few spiders. Even resurrected an old PC. No such luck. Self-doubt crept in and I was beginning to feel crazy, like I was just kidding myself. I searched the kitchen. Like I would keep computer stuff in amongst the pots and pans. I pulled down boxes in closets. Even looked in the broom closet. I decided no more searching.

As I was eating dinner, I noticed a stack of boxes that I just knew didn’t contain anything but guitar pins, baseball stuff, and socks. But wouldn’t you know it, there they were. Four cds packed with my house pictures. I felt like crying.

(Damn, I might be floating out of here soon)

Ciao