double damn

 I am having a frustrated pity party tonight

    I have a couple of minor, very minor, physical issues that are just frustrating the hell out of me.

    This morning I went to raise the in-window blinds on my den window and the string broke, so the blinds don't work.  The house is almost 14 years old and I don't know if Pella still makes the blinds.  I asked my friend Carrie about it but have not heard back yet.

    I had 2 small jobs to do today.  Actually, they were Friday's chores that I never got to.

    Hang a shelf in the garage for my rechargeable batteries and chargers.  Clean out the trash bin in the kitchen.

    I brought my drill up, but forgot the bits.  I brought up the wrong length screw and the shelf  bracket did not hold.  I dropped a bit and could not find it.  My stud finder went dead and I had to get a battery.  My 10 minute project was now bordering 45 minutes and  I just gave up.

    I drove past the post office and did not stop to get a box to ship my knives in for sharpening.  The knives have been sitting on the nook table since Thursday, when I decided to send them away but the 5 boxes I tried were too big or too small.

    But the one big thing that has gotten me  down is my van key.

    I can't find it.

    I have looked in the car twice, but I am terrible at that.  Something could be right in front of me and I won't see it.

    I have looked in coats, sweatshirts, under tables........

    I look around and see all the crap I have not dealt with.  Dirty kitchen towels on the counter.  Papers on the counter.  Papers on the table.  Grocery bags on the chair instead of back in the car.  (I even checked the bags for the key.)

    It is so damn frustrating to be me!  Sometimes I can't stand myself for being the way I am.

    I tried to find some solace in a cold root beer, but that hasn't helped.

    We are now down to 1 van key.  If I can't find mine, I guess I will have to order a new one, which will be at least $100.  As soon as I get a replacement, the missing key will magically appear.

    Where have I looked?

    Jackie's purse, the hook where it hangs, the floor under the hook, in the car, (twice) on the lawn mower, on the golf cart, under those 2, under the dresser, in the washer, in the dryer, 4 pairs of pants, 6 sweatshirts, 3 jackets, the desk in the den, the dining room table, behind the bench in the laundry room, (maybe I will pull that all the way out to be sure.  I can dust the floor too.) in the bathroom, pantry.

    No place.

    And I don't know when I used it last.  When we went Saturday, Jackie had her key in her purse so we could start the car.  But I thought I had my key.  

    Freaking impossible.

    And confessing all this does NOT make me feel any better.

    Maybe tomorrow things will seem brighter.

    Oh.  The Cubs were losing 11-2 when we quit watching.

Peace and Love

    Especially Peace