I tore my house apart this morning looking for something I’m sure I put in a safe place so I wouldn’t lose it. Well, it was safe alright. I couldn’t find it anywhere.
I was reading the newspaper this morning, specifically the BOOKS section. Someone had recently mentioned a book she was sure I would enjoy but my brain mislaid the information the moment she was gone. I could not recall the book nor the author. This morning, as I was reading, the newsprint all but jumped up and splashed me in the face with the title: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot.
Immediately, I rushed to my computer to check it out online when I remembered I had gift cards to Chapters.Indigo.ca. Lucky me, my purchase would cost me nothing. However, I searched and searched almost ready to rip my hair out as I tried to backtrack to the memory of putting away those cards.
Perhaps, I could blame the memory loss on my carpenter. You see, I’ve been under construction from Monday morning until suppertime Thursday. I had some upgrades done: bedroom carpet replaced by laminate flooring and a wider closet; in the bathroom a new countertop, light, mirror and linen closet door.
My house is still in disarray. I can’t find ANYthing. It’s not because I simply don’t remember what is where. I’ve already MOVED several things several times and can’t possibly figure out where I’ve moved them.
I go nuts when things aren’t in their rightful place. I can’t cope. No, I’m not a neat freak; I haven’t time for that. I just get discombobulated when living in upheaval.
Finally, something drove me to my computer again (which is also in a temporary location but it’s too big to lose—desk and desk top) and I started moving around a file folder, a book, a sheet of yellow paper, another book. Voila! There was the envelope with the gift cards. I was so relieved, I almost peed my pants. I had to sit down. In my shaking hands I held $100 worth of possible book purchases. No laughing matter. Not to me anyway.
After all that stress and excitement, I proceeded to load up my shopping cart online. What’s a girl do when she’s upset? That right: Go Shopping. Then I took a moment to see the tally and took a deep breath. Yikes. Seventy-six dollars already? I couldn’t possibly spend all that money at once and in one place. That would mean I’d have to be ultra conservative next time. I had to think about this a while.
And so I did. I thought about it and decided to only buy the initial book plus one more on my wish list (The Paper Garden by Molly Peacock). For now. That’s enough to get free shipping anyway. I’m feeling much more normal now.
You see, working in a used bookstore has spoiled me. If I wait long enough, I can buy any book for just $1.00. If it’s a hot new title, I might spend up to $4.50. If I wait long enough, the $35 book I’ve been waiting for will show up. Yep, I’m spoiled rotten but at least I’m not losing my mind anymore.