Yesterday, I saw this missing glove
while listening to Stevie Wonder singing “Where is the missing one?”
I thought about the owner of that glove, missing it. I also thought about all the things people are missing these days.
Personally, I’m missing
- a pair of glasses,
- the extension cord to my Bose stereo system,
- gloves,
- mittens,
- scarves,
- socks,
- umbrellas,
- a t-shirt I made that says “Left the house before I felt ready,”
- cards people gave me when I left my previous job,
- my son, who is coming home soon from Edinburgh,
- my late parents, and
- peace of mind, sometimes.
Where are the missing ones, for you?
Where are the missing photos for this post? Right here.
I missed my friend Janet’s birthday this weekend, so I took that last photo for her. Happy belated birthday, Janet! I miss you!
Where are the missing thanks to all who helped me create this post and — of course! — to you?
Guess.
Lately I seem to be missing enough time to get things done before leaving for work in the morning, Ann.
You and I sometimes miss each other because we’re missing enough time. Thanks for not missing this post, Mark.
I am so glad that Aaron is coming home.
And if you are missing your funny t shirt, I am missing it, too.
Chappy Chanukah!
I will not miss the opportunity to wish you a Chappy Chanukah, too, Maureen. Because I was missing that t-shirt, I ordered another one
Really! I thought yours was the only one!
I’m missing my gutter cleaning tool, I lent it to a mate, I’m missing my plunger, I lent it to a mate, I’m missing a pair of steps, lent it to a mate, I’m missing a power cord, I lent it to a mate, I’m missing a riveter, I lent it to a mate, … I’m missing a piece of my heart, I lent it to a girl….
I’m not missing the signs that your heart is a tender one, Ivor.
Haha, Soft and tender… 😆
What a beautiful red kitty, as you found for us today, Ann 🙂
I miss my kids and miss to see my new Grandson for real, but all will come.
When you’re not here ,I’m missing you, Irene. Thanks for not missing this post.
I do my best to read so many posts daily, as I can Ann. I would wish, that I could read all of them, but this is not possible, not yet.
I’m glad I don’t have to miss your blog 🙂
I’m glad I don’t have to miss your blog or your comments, Alex.
I love the Frosty choosing his missing nose!
He was missing and then picking his nose, Sunny!
When is a glove also a fruit? When it’s a pair. That’s one of those puns like “When is a door not a door?” that really only works when spoken aloud, although “When is coffee like dirt?” works either way. And even at the best of times such puns are hit or miss.
Your comments ground me, Chris.
Back in the 1960s I discovered why we often saw only one shoe on the road. Driving to work I watched one fall off a rag and bone cart.
Thanks for not missing another opportunity to illuminate, Derrick.
Gosh, I was hoping it was mine …. tis the season for missing gloves!
I’m missing gloves I never find. ’tis the season to relate, Val.
I’m not going to miss any of your posts, I can tell you that! 🙂
I’m glad I didn’t miss this not-to-be-missed comment, Colleen.
Where is the missing… card
Maria! We’v been missing you!
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I’m away from home, attending a wedding in another state. Sort of missing my Katie-girl who is at the kennel and will miss her 11th birthday in 2 days because we won’t be home till after. I’m gonna pay for that.