My mother-in-law had a box of my novels delivered to her place while I was away in Montana. When I got home, I got the Captain to collect it and bring it home.
I was looking for scraps of paper to start a fire in the woodstove and noticed some tissue paper on the box of books. Might as well burn that. It would be perfect for starting the kindling.
That evening, m-i-l phoned and said she had sent two camisoles over for me to fix for her.
“Oh? I didn’t see any camisoles,” I told her.
“They were wrapped in tissue paper.”
A heat wave swept over me, hotter than the fire I had made with the tissue paper. Could I really have burned those camisoles? Wouldn’t I have noticed that something was inside the paper? I looked all over the house for camisoles wrapped in tissue paper and finally phoned m-i-l back.
“I must have made a fire with them when I was burning papers. But I don’t know how I wouldn’t have noticed them.”
“Well … they’re very thin …,” she said. “But don’t worry about it.”
About a week later, my m-i-l phoned. “Guess what I found? Wrapped in tissue paper between two blouses in my dresser drawer.”
We both laughed with relief. She’s nearly 97 and is allowed to have a senior moment now and then. But my laughing stopped short when I realized, Oh no. Now I still have to do the sewing repairs.
“Okay, well bring them over when you come for supper next time. DON’T wrap them in tissue paper. Just throw them into a plastic bag. Then I won’t try to make a fire with them.”
And that is what she did. She put them in a plastic bag and I had them in my hand the day she came over for supper. I was very busy getting the meal on the table and putting food away into the fridge.
The next day, the cursed camisoles were nowhere to be found.
I searched the house thoroughly three times from top to bottom. No camisoles anywhere and I had no excuse to have a senior moment.
Two days ago, I took my m-i-l shopping, and bought her two new camisoles.
This morning, the Captain was making a sandwich and called out to me, “ANNELI! Guess what I found.”
“No idea. What?”
“I was looking for lettuce to put on my sandwich, and you know how you always wrap it in a paper towel and put it in a plastic bag? Well, just come and see.”
One bag has lettuce in it, and the other has … you guessed it … two camisoles.
And as much as I was relieved to find the cursed things, the next thought that popped into my mind was, Arrrgh…. Now I have to repair them after all.
I have decided to do that, and then quietly put them into m-i-l’s Christmas stocking (wrapped in tissue paper, the way she likes it).