Lost and Found.


This has been a week for losing things. Fortunately I found both items I lost. In a strange coincidence Karen lost and found a black hoodie in St Pete in approximately the same timeframe that I did the same with my sunglasses.


My story begins on Tuesday when Penny and I went kayaking. I stuffed my cell phone in a baggie and buttoned it in the pocket on the leg of my pants. Later in the day Penny wanted a Wendy’s burger so I took the phone out of the baggie and snapped it in its case to that same pocket.


After we got home from Wendy’s we got a phone call from brother Lou. He said that someone had called him and told him that they had my cell phone. It was funny because the folks that found my phone first called Aunt Pat, Joe and Nana before getting someone to track me down. When they called Aunt Pat they explained they found it at Wendy’s and they were told Wendy just died. So they dialed another person. I don’t know what their logic was in choosing who to call. At least they made the effort to return the phone.
I thanked them and gave them a small reward.


I had clipped my phone too loosely to my pocket and it fell off when I got out of the car at Wendy’s. They said they almost ran over it. I’m glad there are still good people out there.


The second item I lost were the magnetic clip-on sunglasses I have. I had them on in the kayak and took them off to take some Osprey pictures. I didn’t have a shirt pocket to put them in so I put them in my pants pocket- again on the leg of the pants. I knew this was a bad place to put them but I thought I would remember to put them back on.


When we were driving home from kayaking I found I didn’t have the glasses on me. I searched the kayak thoroughly, the CRV, and I went back to the little beach and searched everywhere we went. No luck. That evening I went back to the little beach with my kayak, searched some more and again no luck.


So today as we headed out for our morning kayaking we discussed that I would have to replace the sunglasses. Halfway down the bayou Penny looks down into the bow of the kayak and sees my sunglasses shoved all the way up at the point of the kayak. I thought I had searched the kayak well. We evidently dislodged it in loading the kayak and then it was plainly visible in the bow for Penny to find.


I’m normally responsible. My actions this week don’t go to prove it. If anything I have to learn that those silly pockets on the side of the leg are not to be used for valuable items.