Tuesday, March 24, 2009
hungry black hole
Does your home have a black hole? You know - the place where socks and little T-shirts and glasses and puzzle pieces and pens disappear.
Well, my Latin teacher's guide, precious to me for years of notes and Latin Jeopardy games - yes!! - has evaporated from plain view. It was there one minute and invisible the next.
Mystified, unsettled, frustrated, I keep looking in the same places thinking that - as mysteriously as it disappeared - it will reappear. Maybe with some of those socks whose lonely partners sit hopefully awaiting the return of their match. Where, O Where are you, my personal black hole? Won't you regurgitate your purloined meals!!