I have always had odd things happening in my life, it’s either gremlins or I’m just completely nuts (or maybe both!) – or perhaps ghosts (who knows?).
This past Monday I had one of the “odd things” happen, so I thought I’d share. Before our vacation on for Thanksgiving I “knew” I was going to lose my work id – how I knew I have no idea. Anyway, before we left I didn’t have time to clean out my purse, sure enough all the extra stuff and the work id came along for the vacation to the beach house.
My purse sat on the night stand of the bedroom and never moved until the day we left and came home – I checked every single day from Wed. to Sunday to make sure the work id was still in it’s little pocket (where I always keep it) – and every day it was still there.
Monday I had off work, in the morning I did some grocery shopping, went to the vet to pick up the kitty where she had been boarded – forgot to check purse. The purse had sat on the back seat of my car for both trips.
Monday night I remembered I hadn’t checked my purse for the work id (and I would need it the next day) – I looked – it was GONE! So I check all over the floor and the couch where the purse had been. I took a flashlight and checked the front and backseat of the car. Unable to find it, I stated firmly to whoever or whatever, “I really need the work id back, now”. Then I “knew” – it was under the driver’s seat in the car. I looked, sure enough it was there – how it got there I will never know. Perhaps it was grelmins (or Luna Lovegood’s nargles), or a pesky ghost, or I’m losing my mind.
Oh well, at least I found it and didn’t have to rush around like a crazy at the last minute before work the next day.
From the time I was a young teen stuff like this happened, used to be a lot more and now it’s just once in awhile. For example – my toothbrush would always go missing and then turn up in my sneaker or in some weird spot; I’d lose one shoe and it would turn up under my pillow the next day (after I had slept in the bed the night before and KNOW it was not there); lost a brooch (pin) once and checked my coat pockets a million times then two days later reached in my coat pocket and got stabbed by the pin.
Do things like this happen to other folks?
Bright Blessings, Lady Rose






























