Mary Ann waits patiently for me to take her to work.

I am laughing at Eliza. Andrew is hitting construction cones.

To start though, I owe Eliza, Chris, and the kids that were at the Rec-center that day – an apology.

Eliza I really thought that maybe instead of handing you just the cash that was in my wallet that I may have handed you my entire wallet. So I’m sorry for thinking that maybe you misplaced it.

Chris I’m sorry for thinking it was in your messy car. Wait a tick – maybe the chance of my wallet being lost in the heaps of clothing, fast food bags and cups, old tires, chicken carcasses, fossils dating back to the Jurassic period, and Frosty-stained underwear – caused you to clean that thing out. Perhaps it is you that owe me!

And to the kids that were in the gym that day – I was really optimistic about you guys. You all seemed like great kids (and I mean this) and I was actually surprised how nice everyone was in the gym that day. Typically you don’t find a large group of young people that are as nice as you guys were, not in today’s world.

In any event – I am really happy that I found my wallet. I suppose that I’d better fill you in on where it was, and how it got there. (Actually, I doubt you care, but I’m jotting this down for my own benefit more than you guys, sorry.)

After returning from basketball I immediately took a shower. After showering I picked up my sweaty clothes, and wallet as it turns out, and brought them with me into the bedroom to put into our hamper. But, what I didn’t realize was that I put the wallet in my robe’s pocket! Since that day I’ve worn my robe a few times (though I usually don’t have it on for more than a few minutes each time) so I never really tucked my hands in the pockets.

This morning when I woke up, and it was somewhere around 2-degrees fahrenheit outside, I decided to wear my robe for a little while. The moment I put it on I felt something in the pocket and I knew it was my wallet. Very strange feeling. The realization that it had been in there the whole time, the way it got in there, the number of times I missed it when wearing the robe, all went through my mind very quickly.

So, even though my bank card was cancelled – I’m happy to not have to get a new license or any of the other things that are in my wallet.

Yipee!

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Wow I’ve never really “lost” anything before. I’ve misplaced things in the past, I’ve pulled my hair out trying to find something, but eventually nearly everything I’ve ever “lost” has turned up somewhere.

Not this time.

On Sunday morning I discovered that I was wallet-less. On Saturday the last time I can remember I had my wallet was right before going to play basketball at the Newton Recreational Center. We were planning on having some company for dinner and so Eliza wanted some cash to buy a few things at the grocery store. I had exactly $60 in my wallet at the time, consisting of three twenty-dollar bills. I handed them to her and walked out the door.

Shortly before we were finished playing someone had mentioned we may need to chip in a few dollars to “rent” the gym. Full-well-knowing that I had just gave Eliza every dollar that was in my wallet, I didn’t even check my coat for the cash because I knew it wasn’t there.

We drove home. Life went on as normal. We had a great time with our company, and went to bed.

I’ve literally checked every possible place (even called the Rec-center in hopes someone turned it in and had the nice fellow working there “check around” for me) but I am still without my wallet.

That Saturday-afternoon there was nearly 50 people in that small gym. A pretty good balance between adults and children. It could have been that someone swiped the wallet, though that still does not seem likely to me since there were cell phones and other wallets that were out in the open while my wallet was tucked away in my coat with the pocket’s zipper-zipped. Even if someone did grab it, they’d quickly realize there was no money and drop it.

Since then no one has attempted to contact me. No one has tried to use any of the cards inside (though my bank card is being cancelled anyway). So I am still thinking that my wallet is out there, lonely, sitting either in a dark crevice at the Newton Recreational Center or on the side of the road somewhere after someone realized how poor I am and ditched the wallet.

Ugh.

UPDATE: I found my wallet.