I mentioned yesterday (and there WILL be a quiz) my travails in losing and FINALLY finding the GPS I'd bought for Brudda Dwight weeks ago. This was not the only MIA item, however; a new wireless meat thermometer I got for M for C'mas (along with her new Scooba -- I know, I know, she married an incurable romantic) had gone missing since the trip back and then, just since Sunday, the new camera I got her also couldn't be found despite each of us searching our favourite hidey-holes. So today we re-searched the A/Bus where M was confident we would find the camera, last seen at First Night, and a missing Nixon book. No such luck on the former, but in searching for it I DID find the meat thermometer, and M found her book.
This eve we re-launched a household search for the camera, without results. Then, about an hour later, M noticed it sitting right out in semi-plain view here in the study. Jeepers.
Note to the Cosmic Nymph responsible for all this: enough already!
This morn I oozed out of bed about 0915, having semi-promised Amy we'd launch for Jamestown well before this time. Eventually we got loaded up and over there, and spent an interesting two hours in the museum and then on a tour of the reconstructed fort and ships. It simply beggars the imagination to picture over 100 colonists crammed into the lower deck of that tiny vessel for almost six months. Not quite the m/s PRINSENDAM, that's fer sure.
I dropped Amy off at Norfolk Int'l about 1430, having learned from her that the team her beloved U-TX Longhorns were playing in the Fiesta Bowl this eve was -- Ohio State! Glad to see the Bucks have just gone ahead 3-0.
M spent a fair part of her day prepping Greystone for the Sat nite Gourmet Group wine-tasting party, being held here for the third straight year. We'l have about 80 people here and look forward to it. Sue Frye, who helped with the rehearsal dinner, is helping, along with other Gourmet stalwarts.
Of course, we'll roll back in at about 11pm Friday night from Orlando, for which we launch at 0600 in the morning from Richmond. We'll be at the same gorgeous golf resort we were at last year and the wx forecast for the week looks very nice, mid-70's.
We have an 0330 wake-up call, so I'd better get my bald head to bed.
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Hahahaha, I like the Cosmic Nymph joke.
It reminds me of something I learned studying Islam. Muslim mystics use to believe in a creature called the Jinn, kind of a fallen angel, whose motives were mysterious. Sometimes they help you, sometimes they hinder you in inscrutable ways.
Therefore, people tended to blame lost keys and stuff on these creatures. "Darn Jinn took my camera!"
Maybe you and mom have some kind of holiday Jinn.
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