|Just keep swimming....
||[Jan. 1st, 2004|05:02 pm]
A rather inauspicious beginning to the new year: Amy lost her retainer, apparently somewhere in the house, and despite searching everywhere, including the revolting task of digging through the trash and emptying the vacuum cleaner bag, we have not managed to find it. Her father will be less than thrilled when he gets here.
Otherwise, it's been a day of reading law review articles and growing increasingly daunted by the task before me. Much of it is the toughness of the task I have lain myself, but a great big chunk is simply my own reluctance in taking on the project - or to put it more simply, "I don't wanna!!!!!" I spoke to my buddy Scott before he left for his Florida vacation, and he thanked me for my recommendations of Edith Wharton books for winter break reading. I was completely jealous. I want to be stretched out in the livingroom reading fiction instead of stealing those few minutes on the bus, back and forth to the office.
There is a reason why school has breaks, and my own inability to motivate myself is pointing to that reason. I try to console myself with the thought that this is the only year that will be this bad, but the thought of next year's Christmas break is small comfort for the time being.
So, another deep breath and then back to it. I can get through one more article at least before I have to start fixing dinner, and another before I spend some evening time with my kids. Tomorrow is their last day here, a fact obviously more important than the damned Law Review paper.
No snickering. It's one of the best delay tactics I have.
Found this entry through tweezlebum's friends page...
Retainers are notoriously hard to keep track of. Over all the years I've worn them (before braces, between braces, after braces) I've gone through something like a half-dozen pairs: first pair got lost when I was little, a pair got lost at Leaps 'n' Bounds, a pair got stepped on, a pair got broken in a pocket, a pair got lost on a choir trip to St. Louis in high school...
The only way to keep track of them, I swear, is to like cement them into your mouth. Or have a specific place to keep them and never, ever move them. Also, never let her wrap it in a napkin. That's how the Leaps 'n' Bounds pair went, and let's just say that digging through their dumpster was not fun.
At any rate, good luck finding it.
She's lost it a number of times before, including last summer at the swimming pool when she bloodied a lip. We went back in the evening and searched for an hour, never finding it. The next day she was walking along and there it was. She's thrown it out and lost it a number of times at her dad's, too, but it appears to be gone gone this time.
Man, you've had an extraordinate amount of luck.
If you're Catholic (or even if you're not), have you tried praying to St. Anthony? While I haven't been for a while, my family is, and there are a ridiculous number of stories from my family and our Catholic friends about recovering lost items in very mysterious circumstances after a little request to that patron saint of lost things.
Hey, it can't hurt, right?
checked under and behind the couch?
Yup. And under the cushions and in all the cracks. Nada.
bugger. those things need a damn satelite tracking device. they cost enough to warrent one!
Can we start a pool? :) My money's on the laundry.
Checked all the pockets, went through all the laundry. A bust.
So much for my psychic powers. :P Good luck!
When you add your own reluctance to do a task to the original task, it does make for a difficult job. I'm just like that. I hope once you get into it you'll fly through... ;)
Making some progress, but nothing about this will ever reach the "flowing easily" point.