Of all the things that have disappeared here over the years, none of the things have gone right out from under my nose. Until the other day.
Back in October I found out I am diabetic. No big deal, I’ve since gotten it under control and I feel a million times better. Anyway, because of that, I now have to take my blood sugar levels regularly.
Just the other day I was in the kitchen preparing to test my blood. I went to the counter, opened my tester bag thing and began getting everything ready. I pulled out the last two alcohol pads I had in the case, and because they were attached, I tore them apart at the perforated line in between them, and set them down on the counter.
I then got my sticker ready and my test strip ready. I reached down and grabbed one of the two alcohol wipes that were still sitting there where I put them. I opened it, wiped my finger, did the thing, and wrote down in my chart what my level was.
I then began taking everything apart, and when I went to throw away the used alcohol wipe I noticed the other one was no longer on the counter.
When I say I searched everywhere, believe I searched EVERYWHERE. I still haven’t found it, and probably never will. Then again, I do have other alcohol wipes, and they all look alike, so maybe I have found it already.
That was the only thing that has happened here recently, but that story leads me to my next one that I’m going to post next!
I told you about some odd things happening at the lake where I hang out with my dad. I just spent some time with him and he told me a few stories I had forgotten about, so I thought I’d share them here. He also told me how nothing seems to happen much anymore at the lake, except things going missing all the time.
He currently lives with the old man who owns the property. My dad takes care of the man, since his own family (who lives next door) seems to not care much about him. My dad said he figured he would see all kinds of weird stuff while living there, but so far nothing much has happened, other than things going missing when they shouldn’t.
Recently, the old man had his license plate renewal stickers and updated registration come in the mail. My dad brought it in from the mailbox and set it down on the kitchen table. He told the old man about it and the old man said for my dad to put the stickers on the plates on the truck in the morning. My dad said he would. It has been a week now, and neither can find the letter with the stickers or the registration. It had never been moved, by them, from the kitchen table.
My dad said “hundreds” of times, but more like dozens most likely, is how many times the TV remotes have switched places. Both men have their own chairs in the living room, and both have tables next to the chairs. Depending on who is watching TV, or who is in charge of it, depends on who has the remotes. My dad told me those remotes, when they’re sitting on his table when he’s using them, either when the old man is gone or sleeping, my dad will go to get one and find it gone, only to discover it’s sitting on the old man’s table next to his chair. The only person who could have moved it would have been my dad, and there’s no reason he would have done that, and then forgot doing it.
Aside from that, nothing else has happened. Except last night, when my dad and I were sitting at my dads place by the lake, we both heard a car come down the driveway. My dad asked if I had heard a car and I said I had. Just after I said that, outside we heard one of the dogs take off, run up towards the driveway, and then bark once it was up there. We investigated, and nobody was there.