31st July 2020
A quick trip to Menards to collect some timber to finish trimming the shed. Of course we can’t leave without some plants and a couple of bags of dirt.
There are hundreds of pencils in the garage somewhere, not sure where they are, but they are well hidden. I can’t understand why, because I usually tuck one behind my ear like most old style chippy’s do. There are times when they are behind both ears, and I still cannot find one when I need it.
Whilst I was making the end trims for the shed if felt behind my left ear for a pencil, there was nothing there. I therefore had to find one in the garage, which on this rare occasion I did. When I finished with it I tucked it behind my left ear only to find there was one already there, I swear it wasn’t there a minute ago.
I have to ask the question, are my ears in some alternative universe, fully laden with all my bloody pencils?
That will explain why I find them when I’m washing my hair in the shower, or when I’m getting ready for bed.
One day I will find all the pencils, tea spoons and the odd socks I have misplaced throughout my life, until then, what’s that behind my right ear?
Another Lifetime to go 