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So far we have the snowman’s arm

April 7, 2013
Weirton Daily Times

At Easter brunch, I presented my daughter with a gift - the snowman's missing arm.

And guess what?

We were both very happy as you can be about such things. Well, maybe even a little giddy-gleeful, truth be told.

She was surprised but glad I had finally found it, although it was sadly a few months after she had taken this big outdoor Christmas decoration to her own home for the holidays.

At the time, this was at my encouragement after I'd loaded her car with anything else she wanted from the house - in my mind what paralleled an early big spring pickup where you get rid of everything you don't want.

Here - take this, take that.

House purging, you know.

Anyway, I was encouraged in having come across the snowman's arm quite by accident, that I had at least found something in my pursuit of looking for something else, in this case Better Half's cell phone.

It turned up missing when he went to use it one day here recently - a discovery that led him to call me at work on the good old-fashioned land line at home to ask me what I'd done with it.

"Are you kidding me?" I thought and asked out loud with equal parts of amusement and annoyment.

"I can barely keep track of my own phone," I reminded him.

There was a silence. A long one.

I could hear him thinking not good thoughts about me and my purse-digging, whining, what-did-I-do-with-my-cell-phone ways.

If I keep losing my own cell phone, surely I must be responsible for the absence of his as well, right?

"Did you look for it?" I asked the inevitable stupid question, followed up by Dumb Question No. 2: "Did you call yourself?"

The long sigh that whooshed through the tin-can lines assured me of what we both already knew.

It was surely somewhere.

But man, is it ever playing one heck of a game of hide and seek, and Better Half and I are making the big "L" loser signs on our foreheads.

Unless, of course, you count the snowman's arm as a small victory.

Or the recipe book I had misplaced, the one that had this chicken pita bread and sauce dish I had threatened to make. (I assumed it was missing because no one was enthused at the prospect of being a new recipe guinea pig.)

I really thought our luck was about to change when after months of wondering what became of the mane and tail brush I got in my Christmas stocking for my horse Coffee, I finally found it.

For some reason, I had tucked it away in the saddle bags on the saddle I have in the living room.

I was so happy about that I wanted to call Better Half on his cell phone and tell him.

But I had to settle for a high-five with the snowman.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at jkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)

 
 

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