Mischief is at it again

  My wife, today, was working on a centerpiece in the diningroom. I was working on our taxes in the parlour.  Suddenly I get a shout from her, "Your blasted grimlin is at it again." Moving into the diningroom I respond,"What are you talking about?" She explains, "I have not moved from where I am right now". "OK" I reply. " I was changing the bulb in the candle of this centerpiece", she continued, "I had the sack of bulbs in my hand but I needed both hands to unscrew the bulb; so I set the sack of bulbs, right here." she indicated the corner of the diningroom table, nearest to her. "I got the bulb out and turned to get the sack with the new bulbs and they are gone". I asked if she had checked the floor and got an, of course Dummy, look. I walked over to where she was working; there was nothing that even looked like the bag that carries those candlelabra bulbs. "Ah," I said, " I bet you only thought you got the bulbs; they're probably still in the closet." With an all knowing look that only wives can get she replied,"Then you go get them". Needless to say the bulbs were not in the closet where we keep all of our lighting together. "I told you  I know I had the bag of bulbs because I had to set them down in order to get ahold of this bulb and unscrew it." Actually this type of event is not that uncommon, although it has been months since the last episode and it usually happens to me. "As you know, I replied, They'll probably show up in some weird place." "Well they don't always show up at all". True, but only a roast and an address book have remained missing, other stuff reappears in some totally illogical place, usually in a few days. She continued, "I wanted to finish this centerpiece and take it into the store Friday; I need a bulb".  Be interesting to see if that sack of bulbs turns up before she leaves for the store, in town, on Friday. Today is only Wednesday.

Very quiet again

    Its still snowing. Its been snowing for three days. The snow is 6 inches deep and still it snows. The weatherman predicts another 2 to four inches. We are essentially snowed in. This tiny berg makes only half-hearted attempts at keeping the road open. I suppose, if I had to, I could get to the Interstate; but I was told at the post office today that even it is only open on one lane because the state is experiencing a salt shortage. One lane usually means very slow traveling as one wreck can really tie up traffic. So I doubt I'll be traveling for a couple of days. Even our next town, which is a bit larger, has closed up, so theres nothing open anyway but a couple of service stations. Talk about quiet. If there were anything the lest strange going on, I'd certainly hear it. I even hear the furnace turn on and occassional clicks in the hot water pipes. Even the dogs are sacked out in the floor asleep. At the moment the house is remarkably quiet.