About a week ago, I lost my watch. Its just a cheapie Timex watch so not a big loss, but because I live my life almost to the exact minute, it felt as though I lost a one of a kind Rolex. I figured one of the cats must have stolen my watch so I looked in all the usual cat hiding places: Under the Fridge, Behind the Couch, and Under my Dresser. All came up empty. Well, empty of the watch. However, I did find a pair of scissors, a bracelet and several dust bunnies.
All of my spare watches had dead batteries so I had to suffer for an entire week without a watch. I felt naked. I even survived work without having a miniature clock on my wrist to dictate my every move. Honestly, I did not think I would make it though the weekend, but I managed. Though not without looking at my bare naked wrist about four dozen times each day.
Because I often go hiking or skiing after work, I carry along a prepacked bag of winter gear to save on time and maximize the use of the limited after work daylight. A bag I refer to as my "diaper bag". When I come in the house, I will find a convenient spot on the floor for my diaper bag, and a few days ago I placed it on my kitchen floor where it sat idle for a few days before I moved it to my bedroom floor....where it sat idle for a few more days.
Today I awoke to freshly fallen snow that begged to be shoveled. As I dug into the diaper bag full of winter gear, I found my watch! The cats batted it off the kitchen counter into the bag.
I was so delighted. I lovingly held my watch as I participated in the happiest of happy dances, kissed its glorious face, and welcomed it home where it belonged. Right on my pasty white pale winter wrist.
Its a True Thanksgiving Miracle.
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