When I was younger, my mom would send me out to the garage where our deep-freeze was to get meat to thaw for dinner that night. She’d tell me exactly what she wanted, exactly how it was packaged, and almost exactly where it was in the freezer but for some reason, I could never find it. And I think that’s a trait I inherited from my dad. She on the other hand, could locate it blindfolded and half asleep.

My husband is that way with his truck keys, except he always says, “Where did you move them?” or “Where did you put that paper? I had it laying right here.” (Mind you, I didn’t touch either!)

This sounds a little like a story my grandfather tells about an old tire inner-tube.

Maybe you can find a needle in a haystack, if you look a little harder.

Until we walk again …