a sad story with a happy ending.
“Where is my book?” I thought this morning, while getting ready to head in to work. I have been reading “The Mismeasure of Man” for quite a long time, interspersed with other books, and I had finally finished the main portion of the book on Monday. But there are appendices to read before the book is finished. I searched my room, and the kitchen, and even the living room to no avail. The book was gone. Oh well, I thought, at least I read the main part of the book.
I walked out the front door on my way to the bus stop, and I saw on the ground, near my steps, my bookmark. It’s not a fancy bookmark, just a cardboard one from Borderlands. But I knew it was mine and I knew it was the one I was using in that book. “Well, did I leave the book outside somehow. That makes no sense, I drove to see the movie on Sunday and I brought it with me. Phantoms!”.
I picked up the book mark and put it in my pocket, and walked up the hill. Lo and behold, I saw a book, splayed out, lying on someone’s driveway wall. On closer examination, it was my book. So now I can finish it properly.
I blame the birds, by the way.