For years, I had one of the old style library cards. A tan card, with no design, straightforward lettering, and it was literally held together with packing tape. I had to hold it just right for the scanner to read my number but with a little finesse it worked and I refused to upgrade to the slick, shiny, bright new logo'd cards.
And then I lost it.
I've misplaced it before; I have a tendency to tuck it into my pants pocket and walk to the library, then forget to take it out of the pocket when I get home. Or I do take it out of my pocket and leave it with a mound of crumpled receipts that inevitably get swept into the garbage.
This time it was lost lost.
I searched the entire house, de-cluttering, checking every single pocket of every single pocketed article of clothing I owned. Finally I had to admit defeat. I knew the last time I had it was when I rode my bike to the library, and since it was such a lovely summer evening, I kept riding. I had to face facts that it probably fell out somewhere along my ride.
I can't live without a library card, so I had to get a new one. It's okay, I guess. It works.
Currently I am experiencing a summer flu. It's been unpleasant, I've missed days of work, and just when I think I'm feeling better, I wake up coughing and miserable. I drag myself out of bed and think tea sounds divine. Not Lipton's, though, so I reach way into the back of the cupboard to find something zingy or fruity and as I pull out the dusty box of cranberry pomegranate green tea, it's upside down. All the tea bags fall to the floor.
I heave a sigh, wipe my nose, and brace myself for bending down to pick up the envelopes and my old library card.
Yes. The card I searched for was actually tucked into the tea box, hidden away for months.
Hmm......now that is a puzzler.